i sit outside.
the birds are screaming,
calling to each other
joyously.
perched in trees
and soaring through clouds.
oh, can't i go and join them?
i can see them up above,
wheeling, dancing, singing.
the joy of flight,
the wind in my face;
i would wait a thousand years.
i could never desire it more fiercely.
oh, won't they teach me how?
the effortless, uplifting ease.
i long to feel
my heart beat faster
in the thrill of it.
to fall backwards and over,
see the world from on high.
oh, won't they welcome me to them?
please, little sparrow -
teach me to soar high.
please, bald eagle -
show me your great dancing.
please, wise, compassionate owl -
show me how to navigate the night.
oh, won't someone show me how to fly?
YOU ARE READING
Fly Me To The Moon
PoetryA collection of poems that don't fit into my other book. Less depressing than my other one, I guess, but dark in some ways.
