dinky poetry
Fear of Flying
It's the thought that does it,
Cruising near the height
Of cloud-nine heaven – how our faith hangs
By the slimmest of silver linings,
Gossamer light skimming light as fireflies
Across an air-thin sky.
No Icarus, we know that to soar
Too near the sun
Spells certain disaster.
It’s never the flying that causes fear –
Only the thought
Of white feathers floating
Upon a grey sea.
posted by eothen @ 1:37 PM
1 Comments:
I remember that one. But I can't remember why I remember it :)
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