White Flight

The skies are chased and crystalline

above white forms that flow and fold


I... transformed from terrestrial beast

to a bright spirit, free and bold


Will take to flight on wings of steel

to glide on clouds so soft and cold


Elated... Elevated, by thought and will

to reach beyond my earthly skill


To dive, to glide, to turn and swirl

to face the rushing wind... and still...


Too soon... too soon the feelings pass

I've reached the bottom of the hill


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