Post by donald on Jan 2, 2013 13:04:43 GMT -5
There are times as your mind
Travels on a scattered past,
Flitting about from first to last,
Perhaps all out of sync,
Trying to find that link to today.
A reason to step out of sorrow.
Cross that bridge to tomorrow,
Now hidden by low lying clouds of gray.
As newborn birds try to learn how fly
My own wing tips ragged and dry,
Wishing I had a reason to soar above the rest
And test once again the mourning sky.
Travels on a scattered past,
Flitting about from first to last,
Perhaps all out of sync,
Trying to find that link to today.
A reason to step out of sorrow.
Cross that bridge to tomorrow,
Now hidden by low lying clouds of gray.
As newborn birds try to learn how fly
My own wing tips ragged and dry,
Wishing I had a reason to soar above the rest
And test once again the mourning sky.