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.