Solo Flight
To steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet
as earth recedes and clouds embrace my flight;
a weightlessness and joy become my meat
and angels reach to set the stars alight.
Up here in space one feels
a brother to the wind,
and rides his coattails high
beyond the brightest star.
I rise to sit alone in God's deep lap
and reach to gather stars as I pass by.
I long to plant a kiss on Moon's stiff brow;
to steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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