So high above me, infinite space with properties of boundless freedom I yearn to stretch my hand and rake fingers through those wispy tendrils and feel the cotton dress of angels, the cooling breath of ancient dragons in a time of lore.
Following, my mind bounces from cloud-top to cloud-top, joyful and spritely and only when the sun begins to set and color washes the day away, do I stand back and contemplate the disappearing light and the creeping shadows. My hands no longer want to play, but within me stirs something primal and I wonder...
So high above me there is a world I would reach if only I could stretch my hands and grab onto those tendrils, sweeping, wispy tendrils, so high above me...
~dragonpoe 1/24/08
photo found at:http://pangea.stanford.edu
-- Edited by Lady Poe at 21:19, 2008-01-24
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
Very cool poem! The picture is pretty, and your words are stirring and yearning. Another wonderful work from you! :D
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
