There is ever a beyond of mystery; for the more
we know the more we wonder.
George Tyrrell
Fly away wishes
Become bright white fluttery butterflies,
Swings sweeping high into the sun-filled air,
Become horses galloping
Across the pasture when I whistle;
Become barn swallows dipping and gliding
Like black satin ribbons in the wind,
Hawks with red tail feathers;
Become eagles soaring above the river,
Silver fish swimming upstream toward the rapids,
White clouds drifting overhead,
White clouds drifting overhead,
Dragonflies on lazy summer days,
Fly! Fly! Fly!
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