Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Flying At Night...

Flying At Night...

Meditation brings a deep buzzing,
Like a power line resting on your body,
Through your very bones.

Suddenly you are free.

Adrift in time and space,
A mere whim takes you away,
Touching the face of a star,
Or perhaps spinning your favorite galaxy like a top.

To see the beauty of Atlantis,
For that I would gladly fly.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/12/2018