Slow Motion

Purchase, without it you fall
From the rock from the ledge wall
Loose on the sea of light you hang on
Then like a great seabird you stretch
Out your arms reaching away gliding
You ride the wind smiling in the fast
Crevices of your red heart and you
Howl out your hopes and plans
Greeting the valley below
You begin to swim
And you know life
As well as any
Wingless bird
Any warm snow

poem by Tailor Bell
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!