Friendship.

Soaring.

I fly through endless skys

On weathered wings.

Who, now, would notice

The tears, 

The painful repairs?

No, in my shadow they disappear

And from the ground the crippled stare

In an unfair dispair.

I decide to decline for the sake of my

Friends.

Offer my hand, offering the world's

Amends.

May their spirits lift to join me

Forbidding their fears to weigh them down.

And may all our imperfections 

Fail to such strong connections.

Soaring

Completely disappearing

Together

Into the splendor 

Of the 

Sun.