Flight Poem by Travis Mendola

Above the world
Soaring high
Hearing not words
but only screeching sighs

sighs of great eagles
flapping enormous wings
and of small doves
who softly sing

Up over the clouds
above the weather
dodging no trees,
only lost feathers

high above,
there is no noise
there are no troubles
no distant voice

Calling you home
killing your fun
telling you to come in
For the day it done.

no,
The sky is different
the sky is fun
for there is no one else there
to ruin the fun.

And if I could fly
I would fly away
To somewhere distant
and there I'd stay