Rooted Wings

The dawn beckons with tantalising
rays of hope.
Mirroring the explosive, fast-spreading desire
My wings look up at the sky...
fluttering wildly with imagined happiness.
The naughty wind adds to
the exciting pace of surging desire
to burst with life.. the moment of ecstasy.

The sky and me are made for each other.
Winged, i try to reach for the ultimate union...
Up and up, the wind supports..
But the roots are deeply buried
Secure roots hold me back
strangle the upsurging desires final leap
till they fizz out and lie lifeless

Flights of fancy allowed once in a while
a quick glimpse of the rosy sky
to quench the deep desires
..of rooted wings.