If I were a ship, on its maiden voyage <br />I would invariably face south, only if you were there <br />I would float west, whatever climatical weather <br />I would turn east, forge or even bear North West <br />I would forsake the compass, and its trusted North <br />Just...to have your wind in my sails <br /> <br />If I were a plane, on its maiden flight <br />I would face the wind and its pressure, only if you were there <br />I would defy gravity and lift off in time, to gain your altitude <br />I would alter my wings, curvature, my aerofoil, and glide with you <br />I would descend, dropp and gradually lose my lift <br />Just...to have your air over and under my wings <br /> <br />060108<br /><br />Sylvi Sylva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sailing-wings/
