Flying In Amber
Here I am, flying in amber.
Wishing that you were here.
But at least I have my wings outstretched,
an opportunist for motion.
Holding me down,
and holding me up,
my cage is a world of morning light.
Freed from choices, I am evidence
of whatever you like,
but mine is a journey of silence,
within forever's space.
-also for Clara.
This poem is still not quite right. But I like it well enough, I guess.
Anyway. MY ORIGINAL IDEA! I don't care if you think it's good or not, I just want to keep it. *grin*