Nikes golden wings

By braintrain

Mon, 10 Jan 2011
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like delicious coffee to my lips
my feet swallow the sweet miles
and I awake like a butterfly
from a cocoon on Nikes golden wings
born to fly for but a while

the distance does not diminish
yet ever am I drawn to the road
the path the track the trail
as a moth to flame or duck to water
my earthly legs shall reap what God has sewn

unbound senses drawing me onward
as a guest in natures bountiful feast
the vision the smell the sound the feeling
lift me over the mountainous walls
to meet the rising sun in the east

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi braintrain, I just love the way you have written this poem, especially the first stanza: like delicious coffe to my lips my feet swallow the sweet miles and I awake like a butterfly from a cocoon on Nikes golden wings born to fly but for a while Simply beautiful. Jenny.

 

Submitted by braintrain on
thanks -I should write more stanzas though but I lose interest so fast