Thursday, January 19, 2012

The eagles flight

Onward the rush of angels wings
to me the flush doth bring such joy
I'm free to taste the boundless heights
and fly where others dare not tread
I want for nothing but laugh and dance
for I'm the endless faceless clown
no paint, no need, not near the ground
where others tread I do not bound
to cliffs and clefts I onward go
I seek the never ending change
and flow of currents  seldom seen
I sail upon this gently now
and take a dip I make my bow.

- Trish 2012

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful picture you paint with your wonderful words.