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This was just a happy, bouncy poem. I wanted to use the phrase 'Fly with me,' or 'Will you fly with me?' so I wrote this. The picture (one of my art projects) is posted somewhere else on YWS, and this is the third version of it. But these were both just spur-of-the-moment impulse things.
This was just a happy, bouncy poem. I wanted to use the phrase 'Fly with me,' or 'Will you fly with me?' so I wrote this. The picture (one of my art projects) is posted somewhere else on YWS, and this is the third version of it. But these were both just spur-of-the-moment impulse things.
If I were to offer sky,
and moon and dark so true,
would you let go of your fear,
and let my wings hold you?
I’m reaching far as I can,
but I need your hand to hold.
I’ve so many things to whisper,
please listen to them told.
If I were to offer love,
and hope and trust so pure,
would you dive midair with me,
‘till all else becomes a blur?
Feel the wind
sweep through your hair.
Touch the sunshine,
breathe the air.
Push off your cliff,
leap from your tree,
take my hand and
fly with me!
and moon and dark so true,
would you let go of your fear,
and let my wings hold you?
I’m reaching far as I can,
but I need your hand to hold.
I’ve so many things to whisper,
please listen to them told.
If I were to offer love,
and hope and trust so pure,
would you dive midair with me,
‘till all else becomes a blur?
Feel the wind
sweep through your hair.
Touch the sunshine,
breathe the air.
Push off your cliff,
leap from your tree,
take my hand and
fly with me!

