Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you held life in your hand.
LIFE IN YOUR HAND
flight
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The wind whispers.
The trees sway.
Air hisses through the leaves.
Shadows lurk between gravestones.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
A statue looms in the distance.
A winged angel turns her cold face
and faces me.
A wicked grin curves her mouth.
Her wings take flight.
And so do I.
FLY
Flap your pretty wings
as the bluebird sings.
Prepare to take flight.
Fly with all your might.
Soar through the turquoise sky.
You can never reach too high.
Fly,
Pretty butterfly.
Fly.
AN INDIGO MIST
A mist of indigo veils the night.
The flap of wings rouses me to flight.
Time to survey my domain
While the others must remain.
The flap of wings grows loud.
They descend from a cloud.
We rise to the sky,
Watchers from up high.
Our squawks echo past the trees,
Ruffling the moonlit leaves.
We join forces in the quiet night,
Leaving our young out of sight.
TO DREAM
When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t care.
Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.
I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.
Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness,
A striking and deadly pair.
At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.
DARE TO DREAM
I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown.
Dare to dream of flight,
A dream of being unknown.
When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see more clearly
Of what I can dare.
Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
I will leap past boundaries
That I have created of my own.
Darkness hides all secrets
Beneath its cloak of despair.
Secrets that lie safe and secure
Under the cloak of my hair.
At night I can roam free
Without the hindrance of others.
I can leap over castle walls,
Past the slombering mothers.
Looking down at all below me,
Sleeping in their beds of down,
I can see how I am different
As my eyes sweep the town.
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The mist paints a grey.
Hissing winds sound fey.
The trees sway in tune
Under the blue moon.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
Darker shadows they cannot be.
A statue looms in the distance.
I cannot offer resistance.
An angel turns her face to me.
A wicked grin for all to see.
Her white wings spread wide.
Time for me to hide.
A PICTURE COMES TO LIFE
Please follow me Through the colors. Past shimmering glass And stacks of crayons.
The blue glass mirrors Puffy cotton balls. Scraggly arms reach high to the ball of fire.
Can you hear the drums? Flight of winged creatures. Soaring high above, too close to the fire.
Come closer and see What my minds has wrought. A scene near and dear. To my thoughts and dreams.
GOODBYE
TO BE FREE
I want to be free.
I need to be free.
To fly far away.
Above all else.
To soar high above.
To peer down.
Through the mighty clouds.
Upon all else.
My wings are spreading.
My head held high.
Feathers to the wind.
Face to the sun.
Goodbye to all.
Goodbye to the mundane.
Goodbye to the everyday.
Goodbye to all else.
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM FOR ME
Dream a little dream for me.
Take flight on your wings.
Fly high.
Soar to the clouds.
High above us all.
Join your colorful friends.
Spread a little fairy dust.
Follow your dreams.
Let them take you
to far away lands.
Dream a little dream for me.
SUSANNE LEIST 