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 Nov 2015 Falcon
Lyteweaver
I wish I may
I wish I might
Hitch aboard a spaceship flight
And launch myself right outta sight

I'd buckle my strap
and sit back firm
Look out the window
See Earth as a blur

The stars become stardust
As I fly through their space
It's me arriving home
knowing my place

My fingers
My heart
My toes and my face
My flaws
and my fears
combust and erase

I peel off my skin
Its heaviness discarded
My spirit spills out
The Cosmos unguarded

I'm finally home
an ethereal garden
Fairies and flowers
Fields and streams
Mountains and Gnomes
It's the place from my dreams

Born of the Cosmos
Divine DNA
I often forget I can fly here
any time
any place.

Flights available each moment
each day
I just have to breathe
look up...
"* Are You headed my way?*"
written after a nice afternoon of reading from The Prophet and Letters to a Young Poet. Sincere gratitude to the authors that have shaped me and my vision!

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