Have you ever flown with wings that take you,
far above the heavens, and beyond words?
in the quiet of the clouds, there is oneness.
I’ve never heard a cloud speak,
except in the anger of thunder,
and even then it is brief.
I need to soar into the mist, and see,
to see with different eyes, clear eyes,
what it’s really like,
the earth from the heavens,
the beauty of living in the sun,
while breathing in the air of peace,
soaring above words, above the strife,
seeing creation, and the people,
Where there is no war, and the battle,
has been won.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
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