Gliding Forever Poem by Thomas Plotz

You’re my Rock, my forever love
Promise to me on Mt. High, with blue sky
Among the tall green grasses, tasting sweet
Sweeting treat flavor, of your love

On the next calm day
I need to climb the Mt. High, with blue sky
Folding my poetry, into paper airplanes
High upon the Rock of love
Casting them free, on the breeze

I shall watch them glide like seagulls
Above the river below
Turing left then fro
Maybe catching a gusting draft
To fly aloft a little longer

Finally the folded poetry shall
Circle over my baby and land on the water of time
Becoming part of the lifetime eternal water
For you’re still, forever mine

T. Plotz
Gliding Forever
3-10-2015