Ideas Are Wings

Ideas are wings

Stirring the quiet with a fluttering touch

Limitless as the places

In which feathers can take us

Overcoming, not of gravity's grip,

But of skeptics

Eternal as the great metal wings

Which took man to a new height

A new perspective on the world it brings-

An aerial view of unknown insight

Starting small and pure

Though with time growing frightfully strong

Carrying a powerful, unseen thing-

Control of one's own future-

Much as wings carry

God's angels

Or wicked demons

Like the gentle flap of a single wing,

Rather useless alone

But when matched with 

One or more others of its sort,

Capable of flight 

Or creation and destruction

Take comfort

In the way they wrap around you

And don't clip the wings

For fear that they will fly away