HIS FLIGHT

Memories and plesanteries
And roughness in the ride
A moment its all over
Another a road wide
Magic of the mountains,
Stolen silver of the moon
Dangled in his backpack
He who sold his silver spoon
For the heart of a bohemian
And assets of a kite
You'd pass him as an average
Till you saw him in his flight.
His freckles are too common
Worries not too light
But clutch that heart from falling
If you saw him in his flight.