flying

I flew South for the summer.
I flew high above the ground, the trees, the mountains, the ocean
The world a rush of air beneath my wings,
Until my wings wouldn’t beat anymore
And the ground caught up to me

I’ve tried to forget what it was like to fall,
Without forgetting what it was like to fly.

I’m flying again
My wings stretch out and ride the wind
I join up with another flock of birds
Then break away and fly higher
I soar higher and higher breaking through the heavens

I flew with an angel once
And I’ll fly with one again