Flying My Kite of Prose
Running...running through vacant hills of prose..
Behind me, see the words trailing...
Unseen, unspoken, unwritten, wanting to soar...
Whipping behind me on a chain of hope...
My words, my voice, my heart...unlaunched...
Needing to flee, ready to be set free, seeking the sky
Yearning to fly.....
Perhaps today's fair weather will provide...
Perhaps tomorrow's ....
It will take the heavenly breezes...
That magic gust of wind to make them sail
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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