Night Skies Door, Not limited by Earths hold

Will you wade your arms into darkened night skies,
whilst your whispers rise upon a white doves sigh?
Upon fleeting mist, undaunted by flights risk,
will your fingertips brush against starlit height?

If your dreams can unleash thoughtful hopes,
primal freedom may allow your innerself to float,
to a moonlit space unfettered by earthy clutter,
the type of place papillon wings silently flutter.

Now soar amidst the winds above trees,
carried through clouds by midnights breeze.
Owls calls echo from below as you soar,
asking whoooo dares to slip through Night Skies Door .

And you whisper “It is me. I am not limited by earths hold;
yea I’ll tarry beyond the norm.
Thrust upon me winds that drive arctic cold,
and I will surf this celestial storm”.

Night Skies Door, Not limited by Earths hold

alan barbour

Largo, United States

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Poetry to Live by. Not your typical Poem.

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