Up lifting down…
air currents race
as they chase each other
in the dusk chill.

Up lifting down…
frigid waters await
as Carmina Burana
occupies ears.

Up lifting down…
A spinning mind
desperate for decisions
rushing in wind.

Up lifting down…
the gift of flight
is short lived
and falls fleeting.

• Gift Of Flight
• Peter Liptak
• Poems
• poetry
• suicide