FLY HIGH

Fly HIgh

 

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

 

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

 

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

 

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

 

 

THE LIGHT

 

 

Take me to the bright light that shimmers

in the far reaches of the forest.

I lay my head on a thick bed of grass.

A blanket of flowers for my cover.

Sleeps takes me away from here

to a place where there’s no fear.

I fly above the branches

and gaze at my sleeping form.

Contentment relaxes my face.

My eyelids flicker in my dream.

Too soon it will be night,

bringing the dark and cold.

I must return tomorrow

to see how my dream unfolds.