Open Eyes and the Boundless Sky

Every passing moment
Beauty is breathing through us like a slight breeze
Stirring the water
Tossing our hair
And lifting our hopes like a sunrise
Into the air…
Open heart, open mind
Open eyes directed towards
The boundless sky
Open arms, open road
As I fill with the daylight and you, butterflies…
I like pretending that I’m racing telephone wires
Along the highway as they dip and bound from pole to pole
Where tiny birds burst into perfect formation
Flying around in the zephyr as if they were one
Is anything telling them when and where to go?
The way they all turn together
How do they know?
Is there a leader somewhere in the flock giving the signs?
Right now I’d give anything to learn how to fly