• Flying
    Lifted into the clouds
    Something swirls about
    On my inside
    Could it be?
    Yes, could it be?
    The dancer has seen.
    Seen and grown fond of me
    Briefly unite,
    Then we float our own ways,
    But we both end up in the sky.
    Amazed and in wonder
    And flying.
    This overdue fright
    Brought us both much delight.
    Together, scared of no thing.
    Seperate we soar,
    But not for much more,
    Because soon we will be Flying together.