Childish Thoughts

Childish Thoughts

A Poem by Mr. Moore

I jumped,  I reached, 
A hand outstretched, 
While the other,  
Is held close to the chest.

I clutch the cloth,
That covers me, 
Containing fear, 
Fear of flying so free.

Soaring toward, 
The sky above, 
To meet the moon, 
To dance with stars I love.

Soaring then stopped, 
For a second, 
Hovered in space, 
So soon the earth beckons.

The swift descent,
and rushing air,
Whispered sweetly in ear.

I land and stand, 
Crestfallen face, 
A tear is shed, 
For this quick fall from Grace.

I failed today, 
There stood no chance, 
But tomorrow, 
The stars and I shall  dance.

© 2013 Mr. Moore

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Added on January 28, 2013
Last Updated on January 28, 2013


Mr. Moore
Mr. Moore

Avid shoe-wearer, lover of life, and apparently likes to be criticized. more..