Wings

You have to have wings to imagine
how else could I fly among glittering stars
spread a picnic lunch on the face of Mars
drive Bill Elliott's Indy car
shoot a round twelve under par
enjoy my Russian Caviar
play Mozart on my old guitar
finally finish my long memoir
happen upon the perfect sea star
and throw it back to the sea

Don't know about you, but it occurs to me
that you have to have wings to imagine.

Now, you may think I'm behind the times
but life makes more sense when all the words rhyme
when word-sounds create lovely harmony
that's when I begin to see
how alike we are, you and me,
made of the same galaxy dust
designed to live with simple trust
to fly with eagles, sing songs of praise
be filled with joy in the best of days
to see in the darkness the little light
that calms and soothes my deepest fright
the tiny flicker that seems to say
"don't worry, friend.  I won't go away."

I really don't care what people say
for me there simply is no other way
Do you mind if I say it once more today?
You've got to have wings to imagine.