FLYING AWAY

FLYING AWAY

Into the blue they are flying away;
clinging to true as the false falls astray,
waving farewell as you fumble and pray-
are you ready when they fly away?
The wind catches hold as the spinners of dreams
float away from the fold over mountains and streams
'til the ocean tide turns and returns as God deems
to your arms again some wondrous day...

Set them free - they are flying away.