THE WINGS and the KITE
On
the wings
of a plane,
I imagine
myself flying high
like a kite caught among
the clouds of dreams; I often
wish that I'm in the sky, dancing
with the stars; swooning over the moon -
gleaming at the sun that beams back at me.
Up, up, away in the celestial sphere!
I long to feel the Elysian breeze,
Breathing in me in circling bow
Wond'ring where I'll land to rest.
The wings I'm on let me -
view the tranquil scene.
If only life
are wings with
strings of
Kite!
© Leah C Dancel
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