Ride the Friendly Skies

Ride the friendly skies
and embrace the caressing sun.
Feel the ascending flight
into the meadow of dawn.

Free yourself of time
and let chance lead you on.
Free yourself of sight
and breathe with every pore.

Take the light of darkness,
the key to the soul.
Unleash the madness
that binds us all to the floor.

Ride the friendly skies,
back and forth.
Fly with our feathered friends;
perhaps, they'll see you to the door.

Gabriel Alfonso Rincon-Mora

Copyright ©2002 Gabriel Alfonso Rincon-Mora

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