Wednesday, June 9, 2010

one windy night in logan, utah

the wind blew musical melodies
through the branches
while i hummed along to their
hymnal

it blew so hard as if
it wanted to lift me up,
sway me in its arms
and lay me down on a raging cloud to sleep
with the lullabies of thunder

'twas only my trusty bicycle and i
on the road that night
we seemed to be the only ones without sense enough
to stay inside on a night like that,
but i had always wanted to fly

the sour-sweet wind sang promises for
wings to burst forth from my shoulder blades
and take me to that familiar place
that i once knew before my adolescence

at that age i could
run
bike
swim
crawl
flip
jump
and fly
even while awake

now it's only in my dreams


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