Saturday, January 10, 2009
If she could fly
She wanted to defy gravity.
But nobody taught her how to fly.
One day she stepped out of her nest.
She fluttered her melancholy wings.
And left the sleeping earth behind.
The wind was cold, the clouds were lonely.
Twisted and bruised, but her pinions, finally glided through air.
Yes...she could fly.
The tiny world below inspired fear.
So, she locked her eyes and dreamt a dream.
A dream of floating highest in the sky.
Her soul soared. And so did her quest for the zenith.
She spread her arms more.
Restlessly, she flew and flew and flew.
Until the autumn spawned spring and the dawn and dusk enmeshed into unearthly colours.
She reached the acme, but did she?
She was lone.
Where was her home?
Could she have flied without leaving her ground?
The rain no longer quenched her, sunshine didn’t give her warmth.
She was tired.
End, she let go of her wings.
A moment of nothingness.
Except, a mouthful of sky. A morsel of earth. A sup of her blood.