Flying to You
by Wishes
jkp@bright.net
Toward the living ocean, through sky of white-blue,
ether of the god realm, above the goddess earth,
I am flying to you in my mind.
Hands for which no use has been found
reach out to grasp a chance, one opportunity left
from all those lost to all but memory.
How can this be? How can it not be?
I ask questions and offer answers,
finding none that will match up, but these:
To whom will I fly? You.
And where will I be then? Home.
Wishes