Tuesday, November 15, 2005
~Wings~
Beyond the Earth,
Beyond the Clouds
Where the Spirits fly
in the never Ending sky.
Is that all in a fairy tale,
or is it real?
Will the impossible run free,
never to be the same,
never to be tamed.
I say a little prayer,
hoping an angel would grab my hand.
Then I myself became an angel,
with wings that carried memories from the land.
I opened my eyes,
flying to the sky,
believing in my wings,
with the memories,
flying against the winds.
My impossible dream had come true,
just as I had pictured it,
never again will I be burdened,
by the Earth that was not lit.
