Golden

To fly on golden wings
The seeker
Must reach heights
Far beyond the imaginable
And leap
Into the infinite void
Falling fearless
Into father sky.
The wind
Doesn’t care
Of your journeys
Here or there.
Altitude’s the
Destination
And hot air
Will find a way
To whisk your troubles
Into the sun.
When you can fly
There’s no need to run.
I may never see that day
But others might.
To those who’ve fought
To achieve that flight,
Resist the urge
to think of me
You’ll only drown
In empty seas.

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