| Flight By: Nessa Cry these teardrops, Gentle ice, glass, diamond Upon a flushed and silken cheek -- Graceful, like a ballerina, You dance at whispered words. Slow movement, fluttering on a breeze -- Taking flight as thought you'd lived your life For this moment: A moment of freedom! Dance, my child, dance among the stars And whisper to the moon -- For your flight has only just begun... BACK |