Flight is the Dream by Emily De Silva
oh Nature Boy,
had you known if it wasn’t there?
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open air open heart,
speeding past as a dying dart
skin hair carefree and fair,
fair as the wind blows
dry bones sending shivers
atop of waking water
naked trees sharp, let them
sway from your breeze.
breathing oxygen on the tongue,
meeting birds racing lungs
distant mountains without hills,
climb and reach till you feel their chills
zip past let the storm cast,
ole tunes, whispering near noon
let pine needles graze hell
while you search for the broken shell
oh Nature Boy hurry
before the squirrels stop scurrying
dip your body low,
lower, slower, forever
let no owl divert your path,
no stream reining your current
rise faster, run longer,
up, up, up
racing across fields, until
bush and bulrushes scrape your knees
following, following, and
chasing your dream.