Fly Away Home!

you'll be flying, soon (look away, sweet home) ,
above the prose, the poetry, and all of the ideas
you've had-above the dim mirage
of future, through the looking-glass

what will you find?

i'll stay behind (look down, sweet wind) ,
this time-this time, or time again?
or will i fly, and will two contrails,
floating off behind us, melt away?

i cannot say

go through the wind to find that voice of calm;
chase, chase the sound that's carried on the breeze
and carry on

fly, fly away and find your home (look up, sweet confidence!)

by Kezziah Hopkins

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