At Flight

No rules to listen to,
always doing what i want and need to.
Having all my dreams at my small young finger tips,
with all my friends and family like the clouds around me.

My wings a deep rose red,
almost black in the iron blase heat.
Soaring though the misty twilight,
red-orange glimmers from the street lights.
Only dreaming,
ever living in the dark storm clouds waiting for the soothing sound of down pour on a road back home.

Traveling with the stars,
never ignoring their guidance.
I'll see the world this way and that,
charting the stars and what I imagine below as I go.
Sleep from midnight to noon,
yet some times noon to midnight.
Always seeing something new while on flight.

Home is a way aways,
but the memories of loving embracement is so close to my thumping heart.
I may return someday,
but for today my travels will resume.