where the only flight is dance 9/7/2011
The sky drops rain
water-bearing weary,
the sound of dripping
ground gives dull reply.
the clouds sun-shielding
bounce it back
the sunlight stuck sky high.
To think that one world up
atop the clouds
the sun still wishes well
with warming glances
bringing bright
above the rain
where no one dances.
And sometimes when it rains
I think that if
I fling a song at heaven
I'd have a chance
to break the clouds and
bring some heaven down to earth
where the only flight is dance.
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