FFLYING LADY

Gracefully flying, but without wings on which to glide

Brushing on our world and rising into it for a breath

Not any clouds where she comes from to try to hide

That nemesis that seeks out all alive ends us- Death.

Does she consider her future as she gracefully glides

Beauty in song and grace of unreality so alien strong

What can trouble her as her flight is what she decides

Such beauty so unearthly that lasts all of her life long.

Would that I fit my world as well as she completes hers

It is hard to believe that once she lived where I now cower

But that to even go near her home I must dress up in furs

And maybe use some lenses to look out at her from a tower.

I inhabit a small spot and travel only a very few miles

The Lady has all the entire world to make into her home

So few things in my life can bring me to tears and smiles

But the Lady’s song does and she sings while on the roam.

To enter her world was found to be such a dumb thing

I couldn’t go nearly far enough to see all of her flight

But I was driven to hear her as she would joyfully sing

She was so far away that she was completely out of sight.

I had to escape there and go get another breath of air

When I saw a motion I knew must be her or my end

And the Lady appeared to come from out of nowhere

She and I could not be lovers, but she was my friend.

So all you rovers that want to follow the life of the sea

I want to introduce you dogs to the real Lady of the Ocean

This whale, my dear Lady is the beauty that is truly free

To roam the world from warm tropics to the north frozen.

Honor her natural Grace as you must admire her great beauty

Hear her songs of her life she lives all over in the seven seas

Nature and God laid out the plan for her roam oh so freely

Unlike all of us worms, she’ll go anywhere she might please.

© Spider ‘09