fly away

Posted on May 29, 2022 by ceayr
artwork by phil burns

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fly away

I want to fly away
with you
to Paris
or maybe Rome
it really doesn’t matter where
as long as I’m with you

I want to fly away
with you
to Rio
or the moon
because nothing is impossible
as long as I’m with you

I want to fly away
with you
I tell you every day
you just laugh
and shake your head
and say
I’m a fool to dream

when I promise
we can do it
that we can fly away
you are quick to disagree
with logic that makes
no sense to me
you say
we have no wings

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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4 Responses to fly away

  1. Lindsey's avatar Lindsey says:
    May 30, 2022 at 10:18 am

    Ah! A dream poem. Lovely thoughts.

    Reply
  2. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:
    May 29, 2022 at 4:17 pm

    Ah, beautiful dreamer.
    (Logic is so overrated)

    Reply

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