A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
Lift your burning eyes to the sky
to the creatures who dare to fly.
THE DEAD GAME
It watches.
It waits.
The sun rises.
Fly away pretty bird.
Take a chance
And spread your wings.
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.
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.
Fly like the wind
Along the country road
Past rolling plains,
Majestic mountains.
Beauty on every side.
I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly
Through the air.
Hold my breath,
Head held high,
You are alive
And so am I.
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.
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.
It watches.
It waits.
The sun rises.
Fly away pretty bird.
Take a chance.
Spread your wings.
