by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
Soaring on a summer breeze
I felt so young and strong.
With keen eyes and stiffened wings
I imagined the flight as long.
The cloud that looked so fair
That day
I never thought would conspire
with men's dark desire
and create such thunder there.
So it is with weather and age;
difficult to predict, but always sure
and there.
It is the vistas laid behind that
cloud of which I am not aware.
So I sit now, contentedly on the branch,
and dream of things not seen -
It's so delicious to rest my arms
as my head flies through air so clean.
I used to fly among the birds
but now the sky is filled with words.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016