The Message

Dream to me of flying
Soar these feathers
High towards the sun.
Sing me hopes sent
On updrafts warm from
The fires of possibility.
I have chosen this life,
Its dark and lights
Carried over water and
Straddling hills.
Some of my journey
May be the same as yours
If so we can glide together
Sharing uplift.
Some of this path
I will dive into on my own.
I do not want these feathers preened.
I want your honest opinion
And to share our lullabies.
Where do you rest
When you land at night?
Do you face the rising sun
When you lift your wings
Each morning?