Flight

There are no steps
Movement is an expansion                        
An opening stretched across you

With another movement
Earth is below you
Reaching up to you longing your return upon her
Another movement and you rise further
Looking below all is effortless

The rhythm has no name
There is simply feeling
Freedom is the lover beneath you

The air runs through you as it explains ecstasy
Warm rays caress every angle you make
Everything is seen from above
Nothing can hide from you now
The shadows are naked

Below you see her
No movement
She simply opens to your return

Reviews

[613]

Very well written poem. I really connected with this.

- Brittney

[Michelle]

I love your poems because they show freedom and that is what flight is really about!

[Jen]

Thank you for your comment, its appreciated. Yes! I agree to be a bird, a freedom we humans can only watch as they soar and sing their songs!