Alone
I sit alone under a buttermilk sky; Gazing and wishing I could fly there. I have no roots like the flowers that surround. I have nothing to nourish me as I gaze each night alone. I cannot reach to the Light above to rekindle my light within. Let me fly, let me fly up to that Light up in the sky; Away from this casket called earth.skye2008 Sign in to see full entry.