Id lift
away from the earth,
and spin,
and climb,
higher
and higher,
into the oblivion
of the sun,
reaching heaven
on the air
of morning.
This
is my only wish.
To touch
the love
of weightlessness.
To exist,
without thought,
in the bliss
of winds.
Thriving
in a tryst
of such remorseless
blue
perfection.
And this dream,
is everything
(and all there is)
for me.
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Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2003
I like this and it reminds me in a way of Lennon's: 'I don't believe in anything, I just believe in me.'
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