Hole in the Sky ~
The winds whipped by
enscrolling her in a magical
caress
and continuing
onward.
Flirting with desires,
and compulsions to go aloft.
To soar on currents
unhindered,
free
from the
constraints
prescribed
by souls
that know her
not.
Trapped.
Planted.
As rooted as a tree
deeply confined
to the earth
She was meant for
the heights,.
the clouds,
strange lands
and forbidden tastes.
Never known.
There is a hole in the
blue of space as
as the sky misses
her,
for she was always meant
to fly.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
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