Below the Sound

I can feel it The instrumental wings pulsing power to a journey Breathing deep the grandeur of getting off my feet With every sunset I shall sore and dream Mysterious freedom sauntering in my soul And preferable so I choose not to land For the ghost of lift is with me now holding my palm I can’t hear the earth below just the roaring of the clouds so slow Floundering beauty beneath an August moon A man’s wish for flight never taken lightly to cross these skies I must rejoice in this capture so heavenly we bond I hope I don’t forget me for I’ve been gone for an eternity Rings of the purple sun, with the sea and my eyes For I have left the world abandoned A flock birds passed by For the Flying contest (Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi)