Give me the wings

of streamlined blue heron

I was born to fly

above melancholy vistas,

no teardrops on my feathers

soaring above capture, dipping

and gliding like windblown kite.

Skimming back and forth

through gilded thoughts.

Washed at midnight

by soothing moonbeams.

sparks of stars igniting,

opening wings

to life’s possibilities.

Peering down at shadow

of myself through veil

of patched sunlight,

staring gravity

in its face.

Gliding without weight

wind at my back

sunrises kisses

and serenity breaths.

Flying in a cradle

of beamed illumination.

Stretched wings of freedom.

I would fly out into the night,

no binds within my sight.

No one is here to stop my flight.

The sky seems ever so clear,

so I take off without fear.

I've left nothing behind,

all I've got is in my mind.

Above this world, I fly.

For atrocities, I pry.

Warning wrongdoers with my cry.

With these two wings, I pray

I can chase the crime away.

Hoping justice blooms,

overhead I loom.

I would soar to whatever height,

so that we all just might

be able to happily live,

bathing in bliss from a sieve.

Loneliness goes away with flight.

This beautiful gift gives my eyes better sight.

Beneath me is all destroyed.

In front of me is open joy.

As I soar through the powerful winds;

I feel my wings bring peace within.

Tracy Salinas Rodriguez 2016

There are dark nights when the moon takes a break

and I close my eyes tightly,

hoping that I could be taken away.

I want to go in the sky

to feel the full breeze on my skin,

go past all the barriers

and return to the place in my dreams

where the clouds are bright

and we'd sit around the moon,

singing to one another

until I said I'd go to down there,

where I am now.

I'd like to visit there again,

even once in a while.