Gently bold, if that makes any sense. Someone said your writing makes you crave more, and that is *certainly* true. The title drew me in, and then the poem wanted me to read it...and read it...and read it...and read it... *sits back, hypnotized*
Anyhoo, it conveys the sense of freedom, the want of freedom so badly that it nearly made me cry 'cause I can't fly. oo, rhymes! Yeah, well, it's perfect. I've said that before about your work, and it's true. You know just what is needed, a sort of instinctual guideline. Er. Well. Don't ever stop writing.

your writing is strong, and always leaves one with craving for more of it.
ah... to be free... able to fly, maybe? yes, you mention it quite a lot.
a unique title, and also a unique way of using words. but then again, that's what makes you brilliant.
-love, enat

Nice symbolism with the spacing between lines. It works well. I like it... I think everyone longs to be free from the responsibilities of life.
Dreams Can Be Remade:
~ Elisa

The title struck me, and then I entered, and the poem struck me.

'Silent protest
against the bars of your cradle.'

'We'll shine to the stars ...'

This is such a lovely idea for a poem. I hope my interpretation was what you intended, because I love it. *holds on tight to interpretation* *mine!* Again, the title REALLY grabbed me ... and the simple way you have carried this poem through so that it feels like a breath of air is lovely. It kinda reminds me of The Snowman (dunno if you've seen it/seen the picture book) - in the best way. Lovely piece. I would change only one thing - make the 'L' in 'Let go' a lower case L instead to 'let go'. But that's just me. :D

Wow...you are definitely my favourtie author here...it's so...the style is great... yes..i agree with Izzy..it does seem kinda peter-panish and I hate myself but I can't find the words to describe it... love and good luck...an awed Twilight/

I read the title...seems a bit of play on the oft said phrase "Sleep, child".
A...wonderful poem...Reading it..I feel like it started a bit Peter Pan-ish, (with all the flying) but ended...I don't know...a realistic...plea (?) of wishing to be able to have the freedom to do all we crave, all we want without people's judgements and restrictions.

Self motivator aren't you? You write like one, that's for sure. A lot of 'survival' stuff, I've noticed. I love the ending, again, very drawn out and deliberate.

Bless.