Wisps Of Smoke

Wherefore have I been plagued with lofty dreams
so often looming far beyond my reach

They never will be true it sometimes seems
and sorrow grinds my heart and spawns a breach

It felt at times a foolish child's desire to
feel the rush of wind beneath my wings,
to challenge the Sun's fervour with my fire
and roar the chorus that the dragon sings

Is it too much to hope that someday I
through some means as yet unbeknownst may soar
perchance to join the ones who rule the sky
and live with them as brother evermore?

I grow e'er certain that there is a way which
I will search for past my dying day...

By: Jonathan Martin

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