Climbing up into the clouds at blinding speed towards a full moon.
I fly in an arc till I feel weightless, then rushing over the top and back towards earth.
Swooping in just over the tree tops I fly faster than a bullet at the speed of sound.
A wind behind me is warm and causes the trees to bend in my wake.
Some of the treetops actually catch fire in my passing.
All is a blur now as the shock waves gather behind me.
Blowing away everything in my path.
Until all is brite as the sun comes up over the horizon.
Straight towards it I fly, until I am swallowed by its heat.

DB
1/31/2008

nice

It just came to me when I read this, no one writes like you. And you write in a way that, face to face, with your subject, whether a love or the stars, you could see the words spoken into the soul.

peace
jimmy

Wow, Thanks Jimmy...

I just slap it down, thats why my stuff is always so small...

Thanks again for the comments

Awww I think someone just likes the speed and the feel of the wind to there face nice write

very good

Who me ???...Yeah its no secret of my infectous love of goin fast...Especially when there is a sharp right at the bottom of the hill Thanks for the comment.

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