They said do not change seats on the plane

For we know your name and where you are sat

I am called Fred and I was sat in the aisle seat

I wanted to sit by the window and see the view

Especially as the big Boeing flying boat took off

The water looked so blue and lovely as we sped along

We took off and it was worth changing seats

The elderly man understood and changed

The view was awesome and to die for

The big engines pulling us along to the sky

When we arrived in New York I’d tell my mum

It was Christmas and I had been staying with my aunt

The trip was six hours and I got to look out the window

I would get into trouble if the airline clerks found out

If we crashed and burned or eaten by fish

They would go off our name and seat number

Matching it up to our ticket and passport

I was too young to have a passport

But that was fine for we were safe in the plane

Boeing built big safe planes especially water ones

Just wait till I told my mum about the view

From our big beautiful Boeing flying boat...

My passion ignites
As I read their thought's
Deep in contemplation
Their hearts get tossed
So unaware of their special gift's
And so here I must insist
The nest is high, the fall is far
But your not a nestlings
Your are a rising star
Dear young prodigies
Life is how it ought to be....
Humane stains
Droplets of pain
Mixed in a bucket
Of why oh why's
Post cognition
Hidden behind
Fresh wings
Write it and post it
It's time for you to fly.....

My comments aren't advice
I only say , hay
Roll those dice!

arcing toward
a dark heaven
a futile ******
earth still
binds
me
but
not
my
♡

death by flying too
close to Mars
warrior that
he is

he sent his arrows
which lanced my
♡ with such
longing it
could not
be controlled
anymore
than a
bird
is
bound
by
the
air

and, so, the tears in
night's fabric
are sewn
by
☆
☆
☆


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/24/2019

feelings that are fleeting
words that suggest nothing
yet my subconscious mind says otherwise

dreams of you flying
and of me falling
shatter the moment I open my eyes

yet you continue to invade the most intimate parts of my mind

alluding to fairytale endings
to fireflies twinkling
to hands intertwining
to feelings that are lasting
and words that mean something

if dreams remain dreams
how come you’re still flying
and I’m still falling?

what is the blurry
between the joy and the blues,
we are daffodils flying in the wind
one moment
butterflies falling in the rain
another?

I refuse to stand still
And wait for the sun to shine on me
I’ll move so fast and free
That the sun will be forced to follow
Lets take flight
We have a world to see
Just you and me
Living out our dreams