Oh soar me high in the sky, my love,
where feelings don’t matter
and blood runs thin.
Soar me high on the wings of
the mighty eagle,
away to eternity.
Let me not be earthbound
if you aren’t here,
soar away with me, I entreat you dear!
Soar me high in the sky on your wings, my love,
away, away from here.
Just shutting down to go off to (attempt and rather likely fail) sleep when I caught the e-mail from dVerse Poets Pub about their Poetics this evening. Clicked my way over and found beautiful photographs by Tracey Grumbach that I couldn’t stop myself from being inspired by. So much for not having written love for a while, now it’s twice in one day! I’ll lose my membership to the Club of Cynics and Depressives!