home...

Like the cracks of the earth,
And the squeal of a mouse,
the walls which held me, were broken..
Weak and yet,
and lust for knowledge over powered me..
I crept out into a universe,
cold and shrill,
the gods of the sea,
ramming their fury at the crust!
And the heavens above,
calling me on high..

I was beckoned by the creatures,
responsible for my birth,
my existence.!
Ma,pa ...I called!
And i knew that i would be safe,
Looking into their eyes made me feel,
as though a feather on a summer breeze,
warm and charming!
As i felt..
In the days to pass,
I became stronger,
Mighty and majestic in the wind gods chamber!

To soar like a kite,
And yet 2 drift ,aimlessly,
beauty and tranquility,
I've seen it all!
To feel the wind through my hair,
And yet not of it!
But of wing..
The opened world called my name..
And i followed its call!
To glory or to failure!
To a pedestal on high,
or a grave in the earth,
I followed its call!
Many a land swept past my view,
But, none made me stay!
And none stayed with me!
The world as i knew was at change,
And i, not willing to give a yard!
The wind of change was felt in my bones!
As it was in my every breath,
shaky and yet head strong, i trudged on!
To find the place of my calling..
The skies were blackened,
And the roar of the gods, was amazing to my ear!
Every muscle was tense with excitement..
I gained my pace,
like a bolt of lightning i went,
no destination, just a intention ,
The rush of it!
The sky seemed to fall on me,
And darkness prevailed...
I closed my eyes,
And held my breath,
for when it was no more..
I saw light, bright and calling..
the very call i heard,
that made me set forth from a place i called home..Long ago!
I lowered my level,
And drifted into a low spin,
like a bird of heaven,
I landed wit a gust of wind at my side..
One final breath ,
And i knew, I was at a place,
I COULD FINALLY CALL HME!
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Posted: Aug 2010

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Comments (2)

gnj4u
Hi, fallenangel7191,
It is so nice that soaring with no destination, just a intention , The rush of it! was full of growth and a path homeward, light, bright and calling..
fallenangel7191
~thank you~
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