Friday, March 8, 2013

you take me again...

you take me again to the breeze
on the cliff
and the green seen from above
like a carpet...
you take me again to the smell of incense wicks
and strips of white flags full of peace...
and the sombre gongs of bells
reverberating wide and far
sweeping the hills and the plains... you take me again to the beginning of an end
to that road which stops so sudden
to reveal the untraversed life beyond the sight...

you take me again to board a flight
slow taxing down the tarmac
and propellers rolling fast
taking in the air and the system of exhaust
blowing hot at the rear to give me the thrust...
and...I take off...

folding up my legs
severing the last touch,
to the soft generic earth...
I take off...

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