Aim High

My aim is high As high as the moon And stars above It is almost At the tip of my hand But slips away in an instant. I never departed From that aim Forever it will be mine For my life without it Is like breathing With ailing lungs. The path towards that aim Is melted into The darkness of the night Turbulent Yet, I will never lose hope Until it will be realized. I shout my aim From the top of the hills and mountains To the hidden springs in the mountains At the mighty seas Where the roaring rogue waves Will carry my voice All the way to the bottom of the sea. I shout my aim On the tunnels My aim echoed Ten thousand times Up above the sky It is well written in the rainbow In seven striking hues. I write my aim in papers And attach them to the claws Of singing birds Let them fly Bring it to the sky. And I whisper To the butterflies in The garden They will fly Fly up above They will bring it To heaven. Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved