Dangling on a precipice and going for the gusto!
There it is! Don't you see? Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now. Watch it glide above the sea Spreading wings so prettily. Red and Green and Blue and Gold Are its colors I've been told Look into its dreamy eye Feel its grandeur, hear it sigh. But I cannot see it now. For it flies away so fast. Catch the memory and make it last. Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now. There it is! Don't you see?...
I wrote the above poem when I was a teenager. And I truly had no idea what it meant. But something told me to save it. Continue reading