Creativity / Poetry

I want to dance with Orion,

But I’m pinned to the ground.

I want to soar with the eagles.

I want to sing the wind’s sound.

 

I ache to move with the moonlight,

But the sun blinds my eyes.

I ache to waltz with Perseus.

I ache to breath in the skies.

 

I yearn to pluck strings of Lyra,

But my fingers are tired.

I yearn to fly with the comets.

I yearn to meet space inspired.

2 Comments

  1. Wow…this is lovely. I found myself especially responding to the hyperbole of singing the wind’s sound and breathing in the skies. You have a gifted way with words… 🙂

    Mrs. Gat

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