There was an anonymous comment here on my last post ‘Tell me’. Well, thanks to whoever that was, and glad to see that there’s at least one person out there polite enough to make an almost instant answer to a request.
Not to say that you, fair people, aren’t polite. I’m hoping, in fact, counting on more of you polite folks to turn up.
Events today have largely left me incapacitated to write what I was originally hoping – not planning – to write. So I decided to dig up the ol’ folders of my hard disk to find something. This I found – and something I was planning to post back when I’d written it in the first place. Not prime stuff, I agree, but, well, the best I can up with posting now.
As usual, will await your wise thoughts on this:
30,000 feet above my home,
Flying away into the blue.
My tears rainfall to the mountains,
My fears awaiting me anew.
Long yet is the course remaining,
Far away still the airport lights.
Like so many of my dreams I know,
Long, tiring, incomplete flights.
Storms have been there since take-off,
All my vision blinded by rain.
I see some lightning once in a while,
Though silence stifles Thunder’s complain.
How long can such a flight go on?
They said I’d be there “on time”.
And yet we rumble on somehow,
Not sure what time is “on time”.
I pray somehow that this be my last journey.
Knowing well that this isn’t so.
But Hope still remains of some freedom,
Because I reaped once, again I must now sow.
30,000 feet above my home.
Still have long to fly,