My Poems
Wingless Flight
I am a wingless bird
I wonder how to fly
I hear the angels calling my name
I see the angels welcoming me
I want to fly above the clouds, to reach my angels.
I am a wingless bird
I want to fly like the rest
I want to feel the mist of the morning sky whistling past my face
I want to touch the floating clouds with my wings
I worry about the temperature up there in my dreams
I cry waiting for the angels
I am a wingless bird
I understand that I cannot fly
But I shall fly-one day;
I dream of the angels coming and lifting me higher and higher
I try to wait patiently for my angels
I hope they arrive soon
I am a wingless bird