I wish I had wings
To fly up where the evening wind sings.
I wish to fly over buildings and rooftops,
To rise with the limbs lifting me up, into the wind would they crop.
I wish to rise off the ground
Whenever I could, just for a blissful round,
To escape into myself and mind,
Into the wild and out of bind.
I wish to escape,
Escape whenever I wished to evacuate,
In the night or the morning,
Away from life's moments' scorning.
Let me feel the wind, free of Earth's grit
The happiness that comes when the sun is a mere slit.
The bliss my pumping limbs bring
While rising from the ground upward into the sky that silently sings.
Ne'er I had a longing like this
For something so full of bliss.
To fly back from my house
Into the heavens where clouds are my blouse.
And the stars would become my flashlight
Shining on precious jewelry so dull yet always bright
I would feel peace
And I would be released.
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The Poems of Magic
PoetryMagic can be many things: the last rays of sunlight calling out to the fireflies who want to catch it, the ocean, which holds more secrets than we do, and the simple love of the simplest things. Everything has magic in it, light and dark, good and e...
