I must get away and so I fly – through valleys, between mountains and over streams. I spiral and swerve and swim through the sky over green trees
My thoughts dance in the rain as I fly past these water fountains and reflections.
To breath deeply is to drink the coldness outside; to feel is to embrace the life within me…
Ultimately we are all dead men. Yet, I never closed my eyes while in flight, now it is the only way I can fly. I see a life behind my eyelids; I remember my ways then so slightly fading now.
Yet, all is not lost. Upon opening them I’m reminded of the beauty all around me.
I only close my eyes for short flights now.