If I Could Fly



If I could fly, not across the sky
That would be ridiculous
But if I could, it would be with my heart
Every beat would soar, blocking out the sun
Wings flapping, so you could hear it flutter
Screeching, squawking, on a skate board weaving
Rise and fall along hilly avenues
The wind, through my hair blowing with attitude
Scrape the curb, getting air, letting go
Too many times, fallen on my ass
But I can fly, on my board feeling high
Kamakazi spitfire rolling down the road
Ride the line that divides
Down highway number 9

If I could fly, not across the sky
That would be ridiculous
But if I could, it would be with my soul
Every feeling would burn with emotion
For love and compassion
Long board drifting out to sea
Where swales turn to waves
The sky, crystal blue or tempest black
When the perfect wave comes in
It compels me to stand and attack
As I ride the swirl, the ocean screams
Kowabunga, surfing spins, speeding fins
Creeping up the spine, a 10 foot wall
The nudge to cut, into the coming curl

If I could fly, not across the sky
That would be ridiculous
But if I could, it would be with my spirit
Every smile would be returned
Many given with the purest of intentions
Stride in the step, merrily-go-lucky
Parks and city streets, a walk in the dark
Taking in the beauty that surrounds with sounds
Voices talking, children playing
Cats chasing birds, flying
Staring at a couple, staring at each other
Blocking out the world, falling in love
Drawing in the moment, lips meet as one
Wings open to try and fly

Ax

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