On Flying

I am flying higher than I thought
my wings could
and I see the old me below,
left further and farther away,
with each soar I learn to trust my feathers
becoming the faithful wind underneath
and I start clearly seeing the highest sky
as my rightful realm

So I soar, soar, soar,
higher, even higher
entering outerspace
leaving behind
and beneath,
even my sky-domain.