Soaring. May 19, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.Tags: soaring, selfless love, some douchebag with a hang-glider
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Ah, the ecstasy of it!
Me, arms outstretched,
Elbows locked, eyes wide with wonder,
Gazing down at your wind-swept beauty,
Supported, surrounded, engulfed by
You, gliding smoothly below,
Holding me, bearing my weight,
Thrusting me upward,
Upward,
Upward, until I disappear into
The miracle of
Your Love.
yeah, my kinda poem! : )
Oh my! How I love the image and the words, the words!!
BTW, I have referred to you again.
You know I like to take your name in vain!!
Well then, Fran, by all means, do!
And sherry, “poem” is a kindness, for which I thank you. I thought I was describing a hang glider I saw the other day!
That’s it, young man. You’re being blogrolled-moved from Politics to Meditative.
Regards,
Tengrain
Whoooooo, Meeeeee??
poem, yep, poem.
To fly. Lovely.