High on a hill above the city
I dream of flying.
I dream of flying with yellow leaves and red leaves
with ragged clouds and sunlight.
Over water-meadows and sumac thickets
I fly with wild geese.
Housetops fall away below me.
What tenuous tether keeps me
from the beckoning sky?
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Monday, October 31, 2011
Dream of Flying
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment