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This poem is something special, like it hit a cord deep. Take what you will from it, let the images guide you a little way at least.

Soar
Come spread your arms
like the birds of the sea
take a gander, won’t you wander
alongside me, up where heaven lay,
waiting.

Perch, won’t you atop the highest trees
let the water flow through your fingertips,
leap as though air beacons, floating
through the maze of clouds, down through the rough dirt,
biding.

Feel the wind beneath your wings
they flutter, all a mutter like clothes
made from silken dreams, weaving
a life born free, amongst dirty deeds,
breathing.

A bird will soar, that much is sure
those tired arms, let roar
beneath the Earth that grieves.
Fly – oh, let it fly, for a moment, ever brief.