It is the whippoorwill
that sings of home
where the night sky
is dancing stars and
wishes whispered
to the moon.
I am miles from the
gravel that dusted my toes
on barefoot summers,
but when I close my eyes
I return to once upon a time.
Blessed bird continue your song
of quieter days and winged dreams.
I want to fly to open fields where concrete
doesn’t scratch against my sleeves.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
At Real Toads Peggy has us Going Outside.
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I want to fly to open fields where concrete doesn’t scratch against my sleeves.
loved the lines here..
Sreeja
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