Poem: Wings of the Infinite

Wings of the Infinite

On the horizon, where skies are born,
A dream takes flight, untouched, unworn.
With feathers forged from light and time,
It soars beyond the stars’ climb.

The wings are vast, the air divine,
Stretching beyond the edge of line.
A boundless grace, a cosmic flow,
Through realms unknown, it dares to go.

No weight to bear, no ground to keep,
It dances on the edge of sleep.
The winds of fate, the breath of night,
Carry it forth in endless flight.

It rides the pulse of galaxies,
On winds that hum of mysteries.
Each flap a heartbeat, strong, serene,
A whisper in the spaces between.

Through cosmic seas and endless skies,
The wings of truth will never die.
For in the flight, the soul is free,
A journey to infinity.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty