Friday, March 25, 2011

the blue sky
acts as a backdrop.
the sun is burning today.
i falter
as i reach out,
out to the edge,
and i tumble away.
and i flutter so slowly.
and you watch me.
and hope that i find my way.
but the way it is long,
and i never knew the size of the sky.
and i hope that my sight
does not evade your eye.

the ground is warm.
and your hands,
as they touch me,
they make me feel alive.