To Touch The Sky
My hands always
wanted to touch
the sky.
Wings of my dreams
still dance in my heart
and beg to fly.
Time is nothing but sand
spilled across this wooden floor,
and I am afraid to die.
If I go tomorrow,
what have I done today
to show that I did try
to paint my dreams
so vividly
across the sky?
How will you know
of words unsaid,
my heart's cry
to live,
to dream,
and never to die?
My hands still reach
up above me
to touch the sky.
To Touch The Sky
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
wanted to touch
the sky.
Wings of my dreams
still dance in my heart
and beg to fly.
Time is nothing but sand
spilled across this wooden floor,
and I am afraid to die.
If I go tomorrow,
what have I done today
to show that I did try
to paint my dreams
so vividly
across the sky?
How will you know
of words unsaid,
my heart's cry
to live,
to dream,
and never to die?
My hands still reach
up above me
to touch the sky.
To Touch The Sky
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Alison Mary Dunn
Tue 3rd Jun 2008 13:40
Melissa, as ever your words are beautiful. Time's 'grains of sand' on the wooden floor and 'wings of dreams'. It's all there, a powerful reflection of how we feel when we reach for our true potential. Keep pushing the boundaries, for I've no doubt you will take us with you when you do.
Ally x