We Fly. A poem.

We fly in dreams
Conjoined and collected
At heights that might
Call lesser souls
To vertigo

Against winds
Of time and tide
Churn and change
We soar and swoop
Like angels on the wing

And grasp and grope
In the vainest of hopes
That we not lose
Ourselves to eternity

(A deprivation endured:
Unbearable, yet bearable
Evinced and convincing)

Let us fly free
Until this mortal dream
Sheds its final solemn tear
And then, is finally closed

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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