Flying Home
In my dreams it seems,
All my chains are cast.
Gleeful streams of screams,
From flying way too fast.
This flight so right,
The power of this feeling,
So light, such might,
Into the night I'm stealing.
Such speed, this need,
Sliding though cool air,
Please feed this seed,
As I swoop without a care.
When fire expires,
And the spark has left my eyes,
Requiring this desiring,
I'll fly through urging skies.
Cruising near it, gentile spirit,
By family then surrounded.
Can you hear it? Never fear it.
Loves embrace will not be grounded.
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And then I'll be home.
Until then I walk the tribal path.
Copyright © Sean Yeterian | Year Posted 2010
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