Bright Flight Of Whimsy

Just the bright in my life,

Give me the sparkle,

Dissipate the dross.

I want to surf the crest only,

The trough is not for me.

In the dance of lifts and swoons,

I would be ever airborne.

What do you expect,

If you trap a creature of mountain and air,

Here on the dreary plains?

 

Wings of mind,

Wings of spirit,

Wings of heart—

Carry me far aloft,

Into massed cloudbanks of wonder.

Indigo winds beckon,

Invite me into their play.

In a trance I dance upon the air,

Twirl around a swirling pillar of soft white,

And clap as a rainbow fills the skies.