Weather-bee (Alma Ann Williams)
Poem by Weather-bee (Alma Ann Williams)
Up, up and away, I go
strapped in my seat - thru a cloud of foam.
Leaving behind, my worry and woe.
I'm going home.
Don't look back - it's straight up - ahead.
On a summit peak.
suspended in space; clouds for a bed.
Joy and peace, I seek.
Loved ones bid me "Come."
Loved ones bid me "Stay."
Alas! My heart is numb
An urge to roam; Why do I cry?
Undecided am I; stamina low
soaring like an eagle.
In a swift wind flow,
Shall I pass thru the eye of the needle?
Perfect peace, perfect joy - such ease
"fasten your seat belt, please."
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