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Sonya Annita Song


I Long to Climb


I long to climb into the sky
On steps of wisp and smoke;
I long to feel the sweet caress
Of heaven’s velvet cloak.
I long to greet the newborn dawn,
Blushing in its youth;
I long to shoo the honeyed rays
From shadow’s hungry tooth.
I long to hear the faeries sing
Conducted by the moon;
I long to dance with dimpled winds
In Eden’s fair lagoon.
I long to stroke a comet’s tail
Impetuous in flight;
I long to whisper in the dark
Of dreams beyond the night.
I long for things I cannot have
And I will not deny,
For beauty’s sake is why I long
To climb into the sky.

Submitted: Friday, December 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 06, 2014

Topic of this poem: beauty


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  • Bronze Star - 5,637 Points Amitava Sur (1/22/2014 9:45:00 PM)

    A very well described poem with all sweet longings. Wish that you may achieve them..... very nice
    You may read my poem (I like) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 38 Points Perry Biggerstaff (1/22/2014 5:51:00 PM)

    I am so amazed by this poem! I LOVE stumbling across a work or a poet that simply takes me away. Thank you! I'm not prone to giving a poem a 10...but I had too...so well derserving (Report) Reply

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