Poetry by Jeff Green

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Free to fly

by cricketjeff on September 5, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I stood upon a storm tossed beach
Beneath a black and angry sky
And yet I felt you were in reach
I dreamed that I was free to fly
  The sun broke through in shafts of gold
  A gift to any artist’s eye
  It filled my mind with gems to hold
  I dreamed that I was free to fly
Another storm or perfect day
Would surely greet your morning sigh
And since you are so far away
I dreamed that I was free to fly
  I stood upon a storm tossed beach
  I dreamed that I was free to fly