At Home at Work
I went to my work for the day,
At home, where I often will stay,
In the room with the light shining bright,
I sat in my chair to work and to write.
With tasks on my mind and my screen,
I typed in the quiet serene.
The hours, they passed without sound,
But still, in my room, I was bound.
Each click of my keys seemed to hum,
A rhythm that made the work fun,
And though I was trapped in this space,
My thoughts flew, in time, to a place…
and then, in the still of the air,
A call, a hand, tugged my hair,
I turned to the window, aglow,
and there stood a girl, wings in tow.
She beckoned with fingers so light,
Her wings, like a bird, took to flight,
She soared through the clouds high above,
A sight like a dream, pure as love.
I followed, my feet left the floor,
No walls could confine me, no more.
We flew through the skies, past the trees,
A kingdom of stars on the breeze.
The castles of gold touched the sky,
And dragons with fire in their eye,
Yet none could disturb our great flight,
As we soared through the velvety night.
Through forests of emerald green,
Past valleys and lands never seen,
The world was a canvas so wide,
With her, I was free to abide.
As oceans and rivers did call,
The mountains beneath us grew small.
She laughed and the moon gave a sigh.
Find us forever dancing on winds, she and I.
WoPoLi 
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