The way (poems about love and loss)

flying high

with hands that are yours

I fly high

so high that I can't come down

Can't stop feeling that feeling

that only a flier can describe

a seeker

a soarer

I fly with you because

nobody can leap off the ground and chase down their dreams alone

they need the helping hold and caress

of someone they love

that's how I fly

feeling drugged up and alive with love and cherishment

I can only feel the heat of your hand enveloping mine

as we soar

through eternity, 

flyin high