Poetry For The Hell Of It

Fly Away

If you see this child,
Do not mourn me. Do not grieve.
No goodbye should make you cry,
For what you don't believe.

See me not in this place.
Close your eyes and dream.
Fly with me in outter space.
Meet me by mountain streams.

Do not fear that I shall fade.
For in you my blood is found.
Fly away, love, fly away.
And never touch the ground.

Forget we ever were apart.
For even one single day.
Forgive me of my mortal sins.
And for all I could not say.

Fly away now, fly away.
You must fly away from me.
Go higher still and never land.
Then I, too, shall be free.


Christy Cole