Sunday, March 29, 2009

Poetry

An old poem I wrote for a dear friend:

she shuffles her feet
to the unsteady beat
singing to the music in her mind
longing to fly away
yet not today
still afraid to cross that line

thorn to her heart
and refusing to part
she sings for those she loves
taking its toll
she sings from her soul
moving the stars above

giving her all
she begins to fall
a price she willingly pays
the stars appear
and whisper in her ear
child, it's time to fly away
it's time to fly away

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