Not so far from where I stand
a mirror reflects the view
of one who thought he had a plan
a Man, so sure He knew

Just beyond my line of sight
such confidence did gleem
dancing on the pale moonlight
it played inside my dream

Lifting me to places high
above all I could reach
then let me go, so I did fly
to soar above the breach

on that wind I found a ride
o'er the world below
a raging current I did glide
to where, I do not know

for as I look back in this glass
wondering where He went
He who had those balls of brass
the one who, could not dent

For time did dash His plans of Hope
of Valor, Heart and Pride
Left Him with no will to cope
just empty, cold inside

Waiting, longing,for the one
who might ignite the fire
sifting through the left behind
rekindling His desire

Are you there, upon that wind
that breeze that brought me here
ever drawing, closer in
and drifting oh so near

If it is you, please take my hand
pull me from the dry
keep the air, no do not land
just lift, and let me fly

Teach me again.......TO FLY.


Gar 11/07

Well worded...

I am impressed, your poems are simply well read out from inside you, such gifted creativity, thanks so much for sharing these inside thoughts

nice job

a good read

Wow!! That was great!!

Did you get that I loved your poem. Beautifully written. I look forward to reading more.