Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Flight


As I lift my wings and let the air dance between my feathers,
and let all fear be snuffed out by the overwhelming rush of courage
that brings me off my feet,
I jump and hope that by a stroke of luck I will become part of the sky.
A beast of the air that knows no human chains.
Then I have my wish and join the clouds in their eternal dancing among the stars. 
By Nathan 

1 comment:

  1. Awesome imagery! I love the irony of wanting to be a beast since being a beast is usually seen as negative; you've made being a beast seem liberating.

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