The sky is not the limit

Where silvered feathers soar,

But anchored dreams within us-

And locks upon our door.

The sky is not the limit

Where clouds of heather float,

But castle walls we've layered,

Surrounded by a moat.

The sky is not the boundary

Where twilight stars have shone,

But every whispered echo

We failed to call our own.

Sharon Frye

2007