A mesh of soft, white barbs

Beating together

Pulsing with life,

Soaring up into the dense fields of

Towering Giants

- tipped with golden-blue light

Taking the thin frame higher, higer...

Then...

Suddenly...

Plummeting...

Twisting....

Spiraling...

Down...

Down...

Down........

Then throttling back up inot

the deep blue,

Climbing the wind's spiral stairs

Reaching, yearning

Scraping the floors of Heaven...

Ah...the freedom

THE DARING

The wind rushing by

Flying, flying

Never to touch the hot, parched Earth again

Earth that sticks to and burns the soul.

Aerial fantasy.

Splashing in the deep blues, greens and purples

Of the sky,

Dancing in and out of the stained glass

Rainbows,

Shaking off the crystal dew

.......Laughing......

Cloaking your soft pinions

in the dusky redness of the twilight

as you fly ever on...

Stars set upon your brow..

Twinkling in your eyes

No, never to return

Never to return to life below.

Never to walk with tired feet and

Broken Wings

Never to see your dreams

Disolve into nothingness

For up here, with the icy stars smiling beside you

Dreams are reality and reality is but a dream

So come,

Let us fly with the doves

You and I

or let us die trying

(Nov 13th, 1989)