Lift

Thought For The Day

Who hasn't wanted to fly,

to trace their pointed fingers

through the saffron rays of sunshine,

slicing clouds with  Damascus swords 

while rolling effortlessly 

between the earth and sky?

Who has not wanted to be warmed 

by eider down, dressed in crimson,

dance in Ostrich plumes, 

soar

on condor wings?

All on the 

lift

of a feather.

©Herb Ratliff, March 28, 2012, All Rights Reserved