Come fly with me…

Come fly with me….

We’ll wing through mystical whimsy,
feel the wind of unconquered dreams in our face…
soar on the fanciful illusions
of souls bold enough to fly free.

We’ll weave through webs
of long forgotten hopes…
brush the soft lips
of what still may be.

Donning our rose-colored glasses,
we’ll then plunge through the lonely of grief.
We may explore but briefly, the tree of truths
seeing them only as we wish them to be.

We’ll tickle the lashes of gay giggling children…
stuff in our pockets all that they say.
We’ll sprinkle their heads with safe golden wishes…
rain a river of kisses as we fly gaily away.

For words on the wings of another’s pen
can lift us to a far different place…
distractions of flight for a heavy heart…
gifts of uplifting light for a dark dismal day.

Come…let’s fly

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