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Just something I wrote on a slow day. |
| I wonder as I look up to the sky What it might feel like to be up that high Not in plane, nor on a big kite But a spirit with no body, simply taking flight To fly with eagles in the heavens above To touch the silver lining in a cloud's hidden cove As day turns to night and the world goes blind I wonder will I see the opening to God's shrine Just to know that it exists will satisfy my soul My spirit could then return and make me once again whole Feeling the soreness in my body's frame I know that wondering just isn't the same Guess I will have to wait to my last sigh To experience it without gadgets from skyhigh. |