Ode to Soaring
While we shackle soles to this sorry sod,
our spirits should clamor to soar in space,
with freedom designed by a loving God,
mortal and Immortal assent in embrace.
Ethereal harmonics will herald the roll,
receptive adherents given charge, "Keep
melodious resonance, regaling the soul,
the prelusive glissade to passion's grand leap!"
Mid-morning breezes, warmed by the sun,
uplift all that flies, to drift on high
toward altocumulus palisades, soft spun
to engulf the mind and delight the eye
in soaring thermal perspective; to know,
embracing love's high-flying point of view,
less urgent the things obscured below
for here my thoughts want only, you.
Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm
[This message has been edited by H. Arlequin (edited 10-02-1999).]