Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Fly Away With Me

"Fly away with me,"
Said the little bird
As it hop hopped
On the window sill.

"Fly away with me
To the top of the mountain,
To the baker's
In Nedsville and to
The green grocer in Smithstown."

"Fly away with me
And let's see if
We can touch the stars
And if not the stars,
The moon will do."

"Fly away with me
Over fields of lavender
And through willow trees.
Let us soar and glide."

His pleas chipped away
At my will until it shattered
And broke. With the release
Of my final breath,
I was set free to fly away.

With a prayer and a song
I flied away with the little bird
And never looked back,
There was so much
To look forward to.

1 comment:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

There is magic in this. Superb!