Traveler by Phil Capitano

borne aloft in meadows blue
I taste of sunshine, morning dew
traveling with eagles grace
all satin, linen and lace.
I am milkweed feathers, dandelion hair
freedom floating with careless flair
pewter mugs and lion heads
castle walls or loaves of bread
while Mother turns in her delight
coriolis gives me flight
forceful winds to skies unknown
o’er lakes and seas my brothers sown
even in nightfalls darkest hour
I shall not tally or cower
but wait for the joyous light of day
into laughter fields I come and play.