Opening the eyes of a bird
falling or is gliding? Opening my arms or is it wings?
spinning around like a ballet dancer and forcefully like a cyclone.
dark clouds ahead, darting though the clouds
Like a bullet piercing though its target.
thunder roar, lightning flashes right before my eyes
tosing and turning dodging the rage of storm.
spinning right out to the sunlight. Whisper are calling me
closing my eyes once again, waking up from
a wild dream that i might not never see again
sarah frank
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-high-7/
