The soul lifts
at the presence
of flight –
let me fly
let me fly
let me fly free too.
My feet no longer
desire to cling
to tangible things
instead, they seek
the lightness
of hollow frames
reverberating between
the rise and fall
of outstretched limbs
a song sung
in whispers of wind
the rustling of leaves
and the hope and promise
of a journey well spent
and a destination
that leads
to contented whisper.
© Sumyanna 2018