Flight
Space calls me home where willows stretch their limbs
clouds curdle white within the vast cerulean
whilst rampant eagles soar as if to take a ballroom's floor
names writ on ivory card attached with lunar pins
firm held in place 'pon midnight's gracious latitiude..
a runway heavenly laid,
not by death but living breath..
take heed, take care, take off all earthly flaws
fly high to world where life is garden sown with scent
where man an' beast portray the best of earthly forms
where bees rich honey make from place to place
in order to create a melting pot of honeyed grace
mid night an' day in swarms of civil kind diplomacy
each to his own,
drawn by woman-kind an' tenderly..
in Summertime's ascendancy the scene in havoc plays,
kites fly far beyond the giggling children's view
'pon meadows full of flowers drenched rich with dew
opague their look, like flights of butterflies
winging a wishful way to starbright daylight skies.
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