So how long has it been that you flew in the blue skies.... |
There was a time when I flew high above and saw The ground below. And as I enjoyed the lofty view I looked behind me to find Two great wings, Yes….I did. I saw two beautiful wings Of golden glimmering feathers And I swear to you this isn’t a dream I am writing about. But each time I hated, Every time I lied and manipulated Things and people around me, I felt a lingering, subtle pain I looked behind to find My wings bleed. Yes, I saw blood trickle down From their sides and the glimmer Was so ruined by the mess of the blood. And so terrified was I that I swore, Never to look back for my Magnificent wings again. Life continued………. As it could and I chased The Bitch Goddess of success Every passing day. Never to turn around To notice the withering Of my beautiful wings. Everyday as I saw: my life fading, My beliefs changing, my strengths falling Every time as I witnessed, The petrifaction of my soul, the mutilation of my love, the murder of my heart, I felt a feather fall down And disappear like a falling star. Then, one fine day as I sat And watched some children play In a park. I felt a strange longing, A burning ache within my heart I wanted to fly Yes I did. Just like in the days gone by I wanted to touch, The clouds above and wave Those children bye. I wanted to see my beautiful wings, Spread against the gentle spring air. I took a deep breath- And it all felt like bygone days. I went out and looked at the clear blue sky I called out to the heavens- “I want to fly, I want to fly” Then I turned to see The glimmer of my feathers Under the blue spring sky. But what I found- Was an empty place like everyone has. No feathers, no glimmer, no wings to fly I sat down on the grass Dejected and forlorn, For I knew that now I can never fly. I kept on watching, the kids flying, Up in the clear spring sky And all I wished was that their wings be with them forever, And all I prayed for was-that the Angel in them should never die. |