There was a time..
high above the clouds I soared
My wingtips caressed the sky
I breathed the sun
I loved the winds.


In pride, it seemed the world was mine
The sky, my playground
The clouds, a so-soft bed
and the ocean, vast as I could see,
waves for my enjoyment.


I fell to the earth,
scales of silver transformed
Wings and claws...
deformed.


Blind, ignorant softling
I have become.
I crawl like a wormling
searching for your grace
to take me back
to the heights I lost.
 
                 
              Shadra "Skydancer"