In Flight

Once flying high in your embrace I met your gaze and thought your face
A vast landscape, a bio-sphere, a village with a storied past
The home to many hard working folk each with a history all their own
Of home and hearth and love and work
Of progress and of pain
Of planting and of wanting and of waiting for the rain
Red fertile earth, pure mountain streams
The slow yet steady rhythmic cadence of a plow herds cart on a cobblestoned path
Your smile and touch and warmth and scent, your softness and your strength
From within the clouds I breathed the fields, the thirsty windswept plains
Amidst the birds, the humid air, above the jagged cliffs
The waterfalls and colored bows and gently rising mist
Lost in the hue, a-near the Sun, of purple once dark blue
Afraid I’d not return this time, afraid I’d lost my way
Fearing height and fearing light, unable to release
I heard your cry, your beck and call, your passion and your prayer
And like a cloud about to burst I shed a single tear