Borrowed Wings

A summer storm of pelting rain,

brings that yearning back again.

Yearning to soar, one with the wind,

free of this earth on which I'm pinned.

To break loose from mortal bounds,

escape to the skies without a sound.

So I weave a pair of borrowed wings,

born of my fondest memories

I spread my wings, take to the skies,

and sever my mortal, earthly ties.

These borrowed wings take me away,

to another place, time, and day.

But all too soon the storm subsides,

and I am forced to open my eyes.

These borrowed wings, they ebb away.

Returning me to present day.

Chained again to the earth,

this wretched place of my birth.

I gaze forlornly to the skies,

and rueful tears fill my eyes.

I want a pair of my own wings,

and fly places other than memories.