Am like a bird...

Monday Mural - Birds & Monday Poetry Train

I love to see the birds fly;
the family unions, the solitary soars
I shut my eyes, my imagination flying riot
and there I was, on cloud nine... literally

I bathed in the glory of infinite independence
It gave me a high; higher than any other
With no laid ways and no destination, I flew, on a mysteriously invisible path
that revealed itself up as I flew, for no one to follow

I flew a peacefully smooth, sweeping flight
with nothing to hold except my light self
I expected nothing too
and that nothingness was fulfilling, addictive...

Then they came - The clan.
Invites are not expressed in this world above the world
I joined them, aligning with their rhythm;
their peace and poise well preserved.

As we soared high like one family, we were so full
of easy, language-less harmony;
The world, with all its pain and glory, was under our feet
and was nothing much.