Fly Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Harkened to the angels
before they learned to fly,
Golden spirits grounded
and never wondered why...

Skies held up a ceiling
which gathered them within,
Forever burning twilight
upon their flawless skin.

Many lifetimes passing
before the eagle flew,
Unknown to this vision
their need to fly still grew.

With an itch comes scratching
the eagle's at their back,
Soaring ever-higher,
as stars slowly retract.

Down below and rising
their souls came up to shine,
Replacing stars at twilight
dance angels so divine.

So grant me just one wish
before dreams fade away,
Fly me to the ceiling
of an angel's soul today.


(9-8-07)