part of me
flies
free falling
through moonbeams and fairytales
seeking
some small miracle
yet to be
all through the silences
starlight shimmers
and whispers
softly
of a love
that cushions
not
breaks
and
I fly
free falling
knowing
when I get there
you will call me blue
flies
free falling
through moonbeams and fairytales
seeking
some small miracle
yet to be
all through the silences
starlight shimmers
and whispers
softly
of a love
that cushions
not
breaks
and
I fly
free falling
knowing
when I get there
you will call me blue
15 comments:
Enjoyed the verse and the little twist in the end...have a feeling your miracle will come true...am sitting here freefalling myself trying to paint a starry sky...
Gorgeous!
You say only part of you. Why is that? Are you afraid to fully let go and allow yourself to feel the free fall completely?
I love it anyways. xx:)
Indeed, I will call you blue, not frigidly breakable blue but cushiony blue
Bogey! Stop that picking...goodness me....Im falling as fast as I can!
Michelle, I feel like free falling with you. Can I drop too?
Love Renee xoxox
You are already as busy as a blue assed fly!xx
Beautiful.
I too am looking for a love that will cushion and not break.
xxoo
D.
enjoy the fall, they don't happen too often xx
Luverley X:-)
That's lovely Michelle! Thanks for visiting me♥ WIshing you a wonderful weekend!
Hugs,
Darla
I love the feel of your poem.
you can call me blue too!
beautiful!
Blue as the azure sunrise, after falling into the stars.
Lovely poem and picture. :D
My "fly me to the moon" post fits with you poem perfectly! Thanks for sharing your flying spirit, Michelle. <3
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