Flight With No Limits

The moon was bathing in the fountain

when he talked to me

then I went and just listened

how the sky told me stories about the world

between me and the sky

there is the impossible

I thought only prayers could get there

I looked up in the beginning ​

then I raised my thought

as a child

I used to catch a bumblebee

and hold it by my ear

I would listen to it humming

and run

‘till I would drop

imagining myself on a motorbike

now

I do not ride the motorbike

unless

I put under its saddle

a feather

so that

I can ride the gryphon

that I used to see in my childhood dreams