Instead

I want to go up

Where the endless horizon

Meets the burning blue.

I want to soar free

Midst the gulls and the eagles

Where the crowds are few.



I dream of the glide

Across the open heavens,

Effortless and free.

I long for the feel

Of brazen winds caressing

Every part of me.



Hurrah for the sky,

That veiling curtain of gauze

Rippling overhead!

I'd never come down

From those magnificent heights.

I'd live there instead.

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