soaring through the land

i'm gliding on the air

a bird in the sky

see as i streak, nonstop

i am an unfettered being

free to believe

no more chains

grasping me to the ground

watching each blooming sunrise

each ray hits the mundane world

awakening another morning

bright with incandescence

observing each plummeting sunrise

the golden sun turns into the silver moon

bringing the nocturnal into being

fall into the dark

time is not an entity anymore

no sense of measure

tumbling through the breadth

never knowing which way is up

04/26/2003

Posted on 04/26/2003
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