J.P. LadyHawk Freeman

(Colorado Springs, Colorado)

Farewell

I peer below through painted clouds
As the world slides 'neath my gaze.
And rolling over see fields of stars
Undimmed by smoke or haze.
Never before have I heard non-sound
(I've switched my radio off).
At last I'm alone in my silent waltz
"Cross Heavens treading soft.
I think not of the orbits left

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