I have poised upon the edge

Of slumbering giants wrapped in snow,

and God-like from celestial ledge

Scanned the valleys far below

And felt the awesome pageantry

Of winter’s silent, frozen grace,

The mute, forbidding majesty

Of white worlds ringed in azure space.

And I have known the ecstasy

Of scintillating, earth-bound flight.

The iridescent symphony

Of flashing snow in crystal light

That sparkles in the shining air

Like myriad sequins from my wake.

Truant stardust hanging there

Along the meteor track I make.

And I have tasted heady draughts

Of peril, coincident with speed.

Inebriate! Borne on flying shafts

And wild as any falcon, freed

To soar alone, to turn and wheel

Beyond the reach of mundane things.

To break the bounds of earth and feel

That I have wings! I have wings!

Bill Dowey

The Malibu Times is the first newspaper in Malibu, serving the community since 1946.

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