FLYING HOME
you are flying
head bursting with height
somewhere under the sun
in flames of light.
The desert sands
belong to another time for now.
Once more somewhere up ahead
another way of life, blind
is bursting with its own mind
and clouds will guide you in
with the sea behind.
raypool
Tue 23rd Feb 2016 16:27
Thanks Wolfie - more on that story later! For your eyes only.
Thanks Colin. I can understand your rapport here, having read so much of yours. A sort of limbo , an expectancy and a trust in whatever will be.
Cheers both.