Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension, that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

2 réponses à ce sujet
#1
Posté 21 octobre 2014 - 09:10
#2
Posté 22 octobre 2014 - 07:20
Thank you Azzura for sharing this splendid poem with us !
#3
Posté 08 janvier 2016 - 10:46
Belle envolée...
"Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then -as I am listening now."
To a Skylark, Percy Bysshe Shelley(1820)
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