I long to climb into the sky
On steps of wisp and smoke;
I long to feel the sweet caress
Of heaven's velvet cloak.
I long to greet the newborn dawn,
Blushing in its youth;
I long to shoo the honeyed rays
From shadow's hungry tooth.
I long to hear the faeries sing
Conducted by the moon;
I long to dance with dimpled winds
Friday, December 6, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,nature