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!