Climbing Loveís FaceI used to dream that I could fly the sky
Like swimming in a pond or quiet pool;
Stroking through the air, rising high
And swooping low through breezes brisk and cool.
In later life these dreams would comfort me
And teach me to reach ever higher yet;
To touch the sky, and weeping tears of glee
To conquer all the mountains that I met.
And so was love, once upon a time...
And so I scaled its face with hope and joy.
But then the ledge beneath my feet grew rime
And frost, and I fell like a broken toy.
Too soon the ground Iíll kiss, and mortal die -
I used to dream that I could fly the sky...
copyright E Glas Durboraw, March 25, 2004 - Birmingham