Learning To Fly With Kamado
Into the distance I’ve travelled with you “K”,
through the red and black and stretched to the point of no turning back.
Its been a flight of fancy over wind swept fields with you “K”.
Standing on these decks our senses have been real.
Fatal attraction to you “K” has held me fast,
how can I escape or resist your irresistible grasp?
There’s no way I can keep my eyes from the circling skies,
I’m just a tongue tied and twisted kamado obsessed misfit on a ride that’s only just begun!
Ice almost formed on the tips of my wings,
unheeded warnings, I thought we thought of everything.
No navigator to find our way home,
feeling so empty and almost turning to stone.
Your smoke and fire showing me the way, true faith that its all gonna be ok.
My sole intention is learning to fly with you “K”,
condition grounded at times but determined to try.
Can’t keep my eyes from those circling skies,
I’m just a tongue tied and twisted kamado obsessed misfit on a ride that’s just begun!
Above this planet on a wing and a prayer,
I look back to witness our vapor trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see our shadows fly “K”,
out of the corners of my watering eyes.
My dream unthreatened by the morning light,
a light so strong it could blow my fiery soul threw the roof of the night.
There’s no sensation to compare with this,
suspended animation, smoke, fire, a state of bliss.
I will never keep my eyes from those circling skies,
tongue tied and twisted, I’m a kamado obsessed misfit on the rise…..
Let’s all keep feeding that fire called life griller’s!