when she
was wise
that underlay
spies with
greater machines
whether grants
alight her
home yet
align a
sentence with
parallel verve
of song
but with
melodious flight
in throes
would spirit
those nights

My wings are gone.
Gone from my body,
Gone from me,
My wings are gone.
Like Icarus hath learned,
My wings are gone.

And I can't fall very much longer.

Walking on my rooftop, I look towards the sky
Stay with me here, right now
Don't let this moment go by.

No not that red and blue pulled by a string,
I don't want to be that kite
All I wish and all I hope is to be a bird of flight.

Flying with my wings open,
swirling across, round and round.
Piercing through the clouds
I want to fly, fly so high.
No, not watch those striped and white,
paper airplanes go by.

But it's alright, it's alright
Maybe in another life
I will be that bright Bird
And all she knows is to Fly.

A.S.

Last night
On Christmas night,
When holding blanket tight,
Sitting in no light,
Watching Twilight,
So peacefully and quiet,
It felt so right..

Then blink the phone light,
My hopes take flight,
A text asked if am alright!!..
Telling me to hold on tight,
Move on with time,
Each day and night,
Am with you babe,
Now just smile bright.. :)

I want to be above myself.

I want to be beyond myself.

I push off from the ground, one skip, two,

Desperation behind the grate of my sneakers scraping against the pavement,

And then it takes and I heave myself into the air, flying.

I am above the clouds, above the swirl and eddies of white condensation forming mountains, forming rivers, mimicking the ground below,

But still the pink stripe of the setting sun is higher,

Still the sun is higher.

Still immolation is beyond my reach,

And flight fails me as I fall back to the earth.