Closer oh the case we carry
another moment we shan’t wait
For if we tarry our time away
More luggage gets packed in the crate.
Intentions are lost in dream
On flight decks we are waking
in transit beneath the sleeve.
Vanishing with open eyes.
Over seas, over mountains, we are
Like children, masters of music, peddlers of grand endeavors.
This feather carries much weight.
-Sonja J. Johnston © 19-Dec-2015
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