The Sky Is High
The sky is high.
I'm thrilled to uplift and pierce,
Through a capacity.
The Sun on me sets a glow.
Deserving of this quickened drift...
I'm in ecstasy!
Something fresh with blessings,
Is going to happen!
Packed all doubts to leave to keep this breeze...
Licking on me.
To soar,
Effortlessly!
The sky is high.
I'm thrilled to uplift and pierce,
Through a capacity.
The Sun on me sets a glow.
Deserving of this quickened drift...
I'm in ecstasy!
Nothing is there to dare my movement.
Aware I am that I've got to fly.
Obstacles small and great are crumbling.
Just like the leaves,
Under my feet.
That fell from the Autumn,
October trees.
The sky is high.
I'm thrilled to uplift and pierce,
Through a capacity.
The Sun on me sets a glow.
Deserving of this quickened drift...
I'm in ecstasy!
And I reach for the sky.
Yes, that sky that's so high!
Something fresh is going to happen!
All doubts are packed...
And ready to leave!
And I lift effortlessly!
The sky is high.
I'm thrilled to uplift and pierce,
Through a capacity.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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