Ten thousand feet above the ground
And I am free from all, but sound.
Listening to the wind blow past
I know that freedom is fast.

Hurdling toward the earth
I feel this sensational birth.
Life has come anew,
Nowhere else is this so true.

I free-fall toward the land;
And in this time, life, I did befriend.
For now where else am I serene,
But in the vastness of the skyline scene.

Peering across a dream,
A mapped out land of seams
I have conquered this world
As towards it I am hurled.

2011 Moira G Gallaga©

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