Harley Takes Flight

Harley stepped out lightly
On the ledge, forty stories high,
And hesitated for an instant only
Before he threw his soul into the sky.

His was not a dark descent,
Rushing to embrace the silent ground.
Harley knew the secrets kept
By creatures born to airy heights.

He could bend the given shape of man
Into one of sky climber or breeze rider;
A windswept flame of aspiration.

Harley drew his strength from one source only—
The tireless will propelling every beam of light
Or atom spinning in the night.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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