The Art of Flight

Molecules moving a mass flesh
Flying all else and nothing less
Writing about an obsession and I must confess
True love is the best
Dynamic control and power to the test
Terminal turbulence touring treasure
Free falling at a weights measure
Feeling the pressure of gravities uncontrollable lever
A-new perspective, jumping out fear's endeavor
Together alone managing foreign bones

To young to understand total awareness that grand
Far reaching freedom across the land
Leaping off the tallest cliffs at hand
Looking over the landscape moving past so fast
The feeling at last

Her standing, metallic cast and beaming brass
Beguiled by her beauty and mass
Dark brown curls captivating the eyes
An art of attraction and might
Breaking through the barriers physics hold so tight
Knowing now's not the time to shed the light

Indescribable and natural how the body flies like a kite
Piloting a cute overhead
Risking a mistake and then dead
Dreaming of landing in her bed
A wise man once said, "it's only crazy if it's not in your head"

Living every breath to be with her
Souls mate and matched wrapped in the same fur
Maturity taken a step towards her
As stepping off that ledge is not enough allure
Her true love is the ultimate cure

Author's Note

What else is there?



Thank you! xx

Reviews

The freedom that you explain here, cannot beat a thing. The yearning between your lines, as metaphorical mirrors reflect your true essence, speaking the truth, of the past and knowledge over the years. All blooms colorful in weightless movements, free and with yet some gravity thoughts. Top flow of words, rich imagery, deep impressions. A deep bow from of the ground, watching you above xx

[Cassie Fraga]

oooooohhh how I love the way you paint your pictures with such "SOUL"
you are brilliant in your ways you are!!! such an AMAZING write!! very well penning indeed!! =)