THE SUMMIT
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
On the wing of the cloud
Feeling so proud
Flying high
No questions left how or why
Just accepting what comes along
Allow me to be carried by the breaze
Across golden autumn leaves
Into snowy mountain views
Over oceans green and blues
Enjoying the tidal crews
White waves
Silver stars guiding the way
Yellow moon at the
end of the days
Navy nights tucking in my bed
Saying goodbye to false promises so dead
Being able to see
through fog in the haze
No more mistakes
Receiving only praise
On the wing of the cloud
Feeling so proud
Being able to look around
Nothing in my way
Curtains opened
Nothing broken
Only truth spoken
Fresh air free from choking
Through the air as though one is floating
So free
No one can hurt me
Am I in a dream?
This feeling is so real
On the wing of a cloud
Feeling so proud
Butterflies flying inside my stomach
Let’s hope they stay
in flight
And never plummet
Have I reached the summit?
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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