Touching The Sky

Walk in silence,

Walk in rags.

Watch the ground beneath you drag.

Walk in silence,

Walk in rags.

Watch the ground beneath you drag.

There were threads of gold,

Within the woven places.

While the tales we told,

Were laid with silent woe.

And the spaces where we dared to dream

Were sacred.

Yet we knew the words

Were deep within our soul.

But the light was falling fast that day,

And the night was chased away.

We found we had the fight that day,

Though clouds were gathered grey.

It was brighter than we knew,

We could see further than the wide horizon.

Dancing in the blue,

Finding a place for us to stay.

Leaping high,

We flew.

Following silent trails and slowly rising.

Not going round, but through,

Touching the sky.

Touching the sky.

When our feet, they feared,

A thousand miles before us.

And they bore the scars

Of countless miles behind.

Then we raised our eyes,

The sun it burnt and scorched us.

‘Til we fold our wings

And try our best to hide.

But the light was falling fast that day,

And the night was chased away.

We found we had the fight that day.

Though clouds were gathered grey.

It was brighter than we knew,

We could see further than the wide horizon.

Dancing in the blue,

Finding a place for us to stay.

Leaping high,

We flew.

Following silent trails and slowly rising.

Not going round, but through,

Touching the sky.

Touching the sky.

© Jane Thomas