There is a place i long to go
where clouds appear like mountains
on the horizon
and the only sound is no sound at all
I am waiting for a call-
a sign saying go find your home
among quiet sunsets
and beneath skies of scattered stars
should i travel so far
to such a place?
The answers I can not find
and waiting takes too much time
So I shall gather my thoughts
and turn them to ink
take my dreams and transform them
into kites-
anticipate the wind
until the day comes when I can fly.