Friday, December 9, 2011

Flying Frontier

Rollin' down the highway

In the sky way-

Seeing the point

So high in the line

And I see, finally,

The philosophy

Deep inside of me

Swimming in my dreams...

My mind in the clouds

And up here I see you

Doing a backstroke, too.

I wave slightly with my fingers

And you return the gesture.

We float on.

Then, I descend,

Close to land once again

Different now.

New from the changes

I spied in the sky.

Feet on the ground

I go.

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