The Foolish Flight amongst the Wise
And then we strapped on our wings and
soared, flying towards the sun. There we
were, just you and I.
The great green lawn just below us was
a mere impression, comparable to none.
Its hills rolled when our heads turned;
an idea as gentle as the feathers that lined
our shoulders and arms.
If the crows gathered along chords and
as flocks as often as we thought they did,
our venture of flight would be none all
What we'd had seen had we breached the
blistering rays would have been the cause
of our own directory.
This is what we see when we close our eyes.
To others, it is an effervescent sea of
something far more morose; we've caught
wiser wind and haven't yet left the ground.