Looking up

looking-up

Looking up
at dreams floating by
while deciding which tree
to designate my own
so peace lands softly on
feathers blue.
 
It is not an easy task
to fly
expect life to adhere
to thoughts within
a heart
no matter how many trees
exist.
 
A solution must be made
reality is part of fate
fly or witness dreams
die.

9 Comments
  1. Beautiful poem ,and picture. ❤ Funny, my own everlasting "theme" is flying… my fear of flying (in airplanes) and my longing for flying,…it reaches far beyond mere fear of getting into a plane … ( A fear which has increased steadily since the last time I flew which was 30 years ago)…Flying is also in some ways dying..

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