Oh, to soar over the fields and dells,
floating and gliding adrift on the wind.
No fear, just gliding on the wing
aloft in the azure sky.

Looking down at the valley below
the rolling green hills, the hedge rows,
Endless time floating, no pain, no fear.
So free and alive with the sky.

I can soar forever this way
moving forward into the clouds,
dipping my wings in salute to the world
I hover in time alone with the sky.

Torn between the freedom of the moment,
and the sadness of knowing that this to, will end.
Feather and breath hold me up on the wind.
But time holds me in the sky.

Hovering between two worlds
the spirit of life itself, is in the existance.
 I face the choice of continuing this journey
of the wing in the sky.

Climbing higher and higher to the sun,
the valley below is now only a speck.
seeking warmth and love, the truth!
And I awaken in my bed, not the sky.

I lie so quietly wondering this dream,
of knowing so well the valleys from above
that I have never seen before.
Except one night, my dream of the sky.

Written by Camomile/P. Anderson
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Copyright © 1999-2000

 

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