Flying

 

 

Flying high above the world,

I leave all my cares behind;

Gliding free as an eagle,

With wings found within my mind.

I feel joy I cannot share,

With anyone except me;

Skating over vast oceans,

That only I clearly see.

There's nothing that I can't do,

While sailing throughout the sky;

Spinning or tumbling mid air,

As clouds go floating nearby.

Sometimes I feel so happy,

Dancing among, twinkling stars;

Or sliding down ice mountains,

Or seeing our Earth from Mars.

Flying high above the World,

I go beyond Heaven's moon;

Roaming where, I need to go,

In dreams that end, way, too soon.

Flying High

ABSTRACT MUSINGS

Judith LaHaie