Sunday, April 4, 2010

a singing/flying you, a thinking/being me

bum hum dum
dum da dee dum dum dum

you sing your song
as i am walking by
you sing it all day
no matter the passerby
i wish to sing
with all the constancy that is you
and engage the sky with wings that soar as high.

all this i wish and long for
with my flightless feet
and piercing voice.
never will i have
rolling wings
and never will i sing
flowing melodies,
but alas
maybe it is enough
to be
and just
be.

how crazy a thought
(with birds flying and all)
but today i think i may have found
happiness within me.

DLS

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