Flying


 














Dawn inhales a breath and bids good morning
as we soar into the daylight's dancing rays
upon the patterned fabric of our lifetime
we fly into our unmarked wind-kissed days

On puffs of air and purple clouds we float
high above the granite shores and cliffs
Featherless wingspans grace bluest skies
floating on the infinite "what ifs?"

We swoop and dip and bow and then we climb
into the sky that sits atop our life
Jetting over mountains of despair
far from the disarray of earthly strife

Though we sometimes perch on rugged cliffs to rest
we are parallel companions in the sky
as we soar together over purple clouds
ever flying light and free and high!



Comments

The line
floating on the infinite "what ifs?"

confused me. Isn't this feeling real? What if's leave scope for negativity.
negativity is permitted...poetry is subjective..I know what I meant...life is all "what ifs".
Debbie said…
as always breath taking...:)!!!
Thank you Debbie! Always so kind :)
Leslie said…
I love this poem, Breeze. The lines:
"into the sky that sits atop our life
Jetting over mountains of despair
far from the disarray of earthly strife"
felt like the grain of sand in the pearl-producing oyster - I could so relate to that and the pearl in the overall tone, build-up, and conclusion. Just lovely.
Cheryl said…
'as we soar together over purple clouds
ever flying light and free and high!'
This is so 'me' at the moment Breeze.
Love this piece!
Chez! So happy you stopped by and thank you!