I soar great heights, a flight on high,
I wing a sky so blue.
This is my first attempt to fly,
To fly a breeze so cool.
Imperial points, inspiring lofts,
Red-painted canyon walls,
Sheer-plunging cliffs, dark, hidden troughs,
Bright sun-kissed waterfalls.
Rock faces strange, engraved in stone,
Unseeing lifeless eyes,
With rough-hewn lips, they gasp and groan,
The wind their ghastly sigh.
Illusion of a flight so grand,
I scarcely can contain,
Imagination, as I stand,
An effort, oh, so vain!
My mind sees all, my thoughts alight,
Upon forbidden mounds,
I drink it in, this wondrous sight,
Without aband'ning ground.
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