Saturday, July 25, 2015

A Poem

This is for Drummer Boy.

Are for dreaming, yes.
Those of us who live here,
On this Earth we live here,
We know what they mean.

We believe
In the power of wings
To transform our lives
From what is
To what may be.

Yes,wings are what we wish
We could be.

They are where we would go
If only our lives let us fly.

They are how we imagine ourselves
Without the forces on our flights.


Where we would be
If only we could be
Where we would be.

With you I can be there.
I can be anywhere.

I swear.

I will wake and find you there.

And we will fly.

We will fly .
We will fly there.
I swear.


I love you, Drummer Boy.


You're thinking it, you may as well type it. The only comments you'll regret are the ones you don't leave. Also, replies to threads make puppies grow big and strong.