Sunday, October 21, 2012


Flight is precious to those who are earth-bound;
we see this unending sky and covet wild wings
we do not have attached to our mortal frames, yet still, 
our souls soar beside the fragile bird who lingers, aloft.

Steadfast, we long to seek those radiant realms
where moonlight swirls without falling; we drift
beside quiet streams and imagine the sea.

We are creatures of gravity,
soliciting the stars.