The Air Is Our Path Poem by Christopher Tye

The Air Is Our Path

We are not bound to the ground,
For we were born out of the skies,
Flying across the night skies,
Roaming for eternity between galaxies.

We are the great lovers banished to the stars,
Flying across galaxies to be reunited,
The rain is our tear's when we are apart,
Solar eclipses are the dark sorrow in our hearts,
Shooting stars are our children searching for us.

Now we are free spirits the air is our path,
Now we are free of human conventions and limits,
Now we are able to roam across the heavens,
Now we are what we always were destined to be.

By Christopher Tye