Flying (Again)

Flying (Again)

Sometimes I wonder what would happen

If we would just let loose

Let go of this imaginary control we have over ourselves

And ride the winds of the free and fanciful

I wonder where that would go

I wonder if the world would know

Just what it would be like to be completely transformed

Into a world of dreamers and dancers

Artists and enchanters

Who simply live the impossible things

Instead of searching for golden rings

By analyzing the metallic content of it all

I sense the wonder, I sense the call

But am I willing to let go of this fear

This strange anxiety that keeps me here

In a land of concrete logic and visible truth

Where wisdom is ignored, and worshiped is youth

Yet I see cracks in the pavement

And the flowers are growing there

Before too long we all will simply let down our hair

And run like there is never to be a tomorrow

For it will always be today

It will be this way on earth today

When we let go of these ballasts called fear

Trading them in for the wings of love

Soaring we’ll go to heights above

Heights where others said we could not go

Peace will be our oxygen flow

The mountaintops envious in their lowness

We dance with might, we dance with zest

We simply dance instead of walking in dreary routine

We don’t see what all of the mysteries mean

But we embrace them all just the same

We blow a kiss, we speak a name

We care not for fortune, we care not for fame

I awake from dreams, never the same

 

I feel the grass beneath my feet again…

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Elyda Goertz says:

    This is BEAUTIFUL! That spoke to me. Thank you for writing this!

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  2. You’re welcome Elyda. Thanks so much for your kind comments. I’m glad it spoke to your heart, and I’m glad you enjoyed it.

    Like

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