Not so plane

May 17, 2010
Like a child in the new-day sun
I dance in anticipation of momentous fun
I speak not of implicative or privary pun

I imagine the wind beneath my wings
Forgetting the sensation of all other things
This is when my heart truly sings

Primitive thoughts cast aside
Yet to my souls will I must abide
The shift is in my spiritual tide

Something in my core ignites
Blaring only blinding lights
This is the exhilaration found with all flights

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