Jane Frye

Soaring

I close my eyes, disappearing into a dream.
Higher and higher, to a place where it\'s silent and serene.
I glide and soar over oceans and mountain tops.
I float through the clouds and watch rain as it drops.
I see thistle pods floating silently by,
carrying a child\'s wish or a lover\'s sigh.
I catch an updraft to watch snowflakes,                 twirling and drifting towards the shimmering lakes.                                                              Reflecting the colors of the sun,                         each the only one.
Soon my thoughts are as clear                               as a lost love\'s last tear.
Still higher into the tranquil calm I soar,                no limits anymore.
Into the peaceful beautiful blue,
where I know I\'ll always find you.