I arose today
Before a sweetened sunrise
And I rode the clouds
To the Pacific Ocean
Making faces at The Moon
Tag: travel
See the
World below,
Drift away
Without effort,
Take flight
Into blue,
Skies gilded
Silver and white,
Backlit by a
Golden sun.
Not every poem,
Will glitter and sparkle so –
No matter how much,
You polish or cut away,
Some will be rough and tumble.
The words come slowly…
On unsteady legs they rise,
Resisting stage fright.
Under a single spotlight,
Each verse shall bud and blossom.
Finally at home
To rest and to recover
Just as soon as I ~
Finish these eighty e-mails,
Three meetings, and these time sheets.
Emotional stroke
Frozen in space and in time
Window framed in gold
Neatly placed upon a wall
Waiting for your pilgrimage
Beyond my doorstep,
A jealous Pacific moans,
Clawing at the shore,
Where winding concrete ribbons,
Flirt with salt-kissed cypress trees.
This candle burns on,
Lighting the way for others,
But will it burn me?
“What Folly!” I say aloud,
As I light another match.
Flying through the air,
Only to land once again,
On this earthly plane.
Does flight feel this free for birds?
Is this their everyday bore?
Stars will pass us by~
On the Milky Way express~
We are unafraid!
Comfort lies with our journey,
Not cosmic destinations.