Soaring From Mother Bird

I stand in exit door, Ready to be embraced by nothing, Just that air waits with open arms, So I jump into an unseen bosom. Flying, she holds me gently, Yet still lets me fall. Plummeting to an earth I’ve walked on, Ready to kill me now if silk wings don't open. Then, a sweet nirvana enfolds this man, I am gliding gracefully on a fierce wind. This freedom it gives me I've never known, Though I may die, doesn't matter in this instant. Diving swiftly like an eagle, To the soil where I was born. I pull this cord that will save me, My new lifeline which keeps me here. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn