Flight of Fancy

Come with me
To walk upon the hills,
To look upon the shafts
Of light through cloud,
And then to feel
The sharpened cut
Of slicing wind,
To whistling soar
Above the rushing
Shadows of the plain,
To spread the
Fantasy of wings,
And skim the shining river
Like a polished stone,
Swerving by the
Roaring surf
Then back again,
Rise high above the dune
To level with the lark,
There to sing
The selfsame song
While lilting sink
Into the soft seduction:
The sun kissed silence
Of a summer afternoon.

JL March 22 10:54