The love of my life had left to live in Australia and my dream of being able to fly (like so many people do, I guess), was fuelled one day on my drive home.
I pass these beautiful cliffs overlooking the sea where the breeze hits the cliff, causing a wave of air on which the gulls soar and glide for ages. I imagined that if I were able to fly like these gulls I could make it to Australia across the divide of angry ocean no matter what it took.
The journey would be one of extreme endurance, but I would succeed in reaching her, to lie exhausted but happy at last to have found her.
This poem originally was published in Love Poems
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If I had wings to fly I'd breathe in deep and spread them wide as I leap from the cliff into the wind where the gulls glide. Crossing this wide sea I glide above cruel waves that reach up to drown my flight in their cold deep blue-green graves. And as your day grows slowly light I'd arrive on worn-out wings to hold you in your waking dreams and feel you soft and gently warm in my embrace at last. |
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