Sunday, September 8, 2013
I dreamt of the cliffs along the sea, the scraggly crags of now cold molten debris.
I saw there the waves that crashed around me, the loud noise drowning my wondering need.
A mist in the air seemed to cling to my wings, holding me down to the seashore it seemed.
A light pierced the dullness, but strange it appeared that it came not from the outer but inner so clear.
With sudden courage I found in myself, a shudder, a bolt for the sky I knew I once dwelt.
Now I fly with renewed spirit and freedom of wing, and know should I return here I'll not be the same as I've been. ~V. Ellis