Monday, December 7, 2015

Chasing the Raptor ... by Ken Allan Dronsfield



The ghostly shadow soars in an exhilarated flight;
forbidden in life; bequeathed through the veil;
Memories burned away like a nebula's fiery light;
Rising from the earth; to the clouds I inhale.
Once only strife where life should have been;
Destiny fulfilled during sunset at the harbor.
I'll smile for awhile; electric vibes upon my skin.
Soaring through the mists, chasing the raptor.














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