Flying

Flying away,
If only for a day.

Floating above,
Like a leaf-bearing dove.

I soar like that timeless bird,
To places, of which, I've only heard.

But I want to fly higher,
Out of the fire.

To escape from the land,
And get my feet off the sand.

No more snow and wintertime flurries,
No longer to be judged my the numerous juries.

Peace,
Justin