The Art of Flight
Perception is a tainted image,
Perfection a misconcieved idea,
And knowledge,
To quote the Tao,
Clouds wisdom.
I have wings of gossamer,
Of which I spread as far as I can stretch,
So as I may catch the descending stones cast from heavens,
And send my loved ones falling stars.
Though this is a gift,
No burden,
That has befallen me.
I defend until I am tattered,
And am able to give gifts of the highest light I can currently concieve in thought.
This is the most beautiful ability, to me,
As I grow close to and make happy the ones I love.
There is nothing more I can ask of myself,
Though They know I'll attempt to anyway.
Soaring freely in this otherworldly shower,
Their peace gives me the strength
To withstand such a supernatural hail.
Their smiles make the spiraling suns so much brighter,
I give them a piece whenever intercepted to know.
It's breath-taking, really,
These wings they gave me,
Just wishing to see them better.
Dilluting the nothingness,
--Suzzie
Perfection a misconcieved idea,
And knowledge,
To quote the Tao,
Clouds wisdom.
I have wings of gossamer,
Of which I spread as far as I can stretch,
So as I may catch the descending stones cast from heavens,
And send my loved ones falling stars.
Though this is a gift,
No burden,
That has befallen me.
I defend until I am tattered,
And am able to give gifts of the highest light I can currently concieve in thought.
This is the most beautiful ability, to me,
As I grow close to and make happy the ones I love.
There is nothing more I can ask of myself,
Though They know I'll attempt to anyway.
Soaring freely in this otherworldly shower,
Their peace gives me the strength
To withstand such a supernatural hail.
Their smiles make the spiraling suns so much brighter,
I give them a piece whenever intercepted to know.
It's breath-taking, really,
These wings they gave me,
Just wishing to see them better.
Dilluting the nothingness,
--Suzzie