And joy
has wings unleased,
stretch'd wide so that the world
is but a joyous flyey bird
skyward.
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And joy
has wings unleased,
stretch'd wide so that the world
is but a joyous flyey bird
skyward.
Skyward
I turn my eyes,
watching bulbous clouds pass
over verdant green fields. I feel
at peace
at peace
my beloved
twin-soul lies, shaded by
green grass and memories of years
long-gone
long-gone
the road appears
turning a direction
anew with untold promises
comfort
comfort
where are you now?
caress me gently love
with fingertips both warm and light
this night
this night
nightmares gallop
across dreamland pastures
like the Mares of Diomedes—
eat flesh
eat flesh
what else is there
do we die here starving
would tomorrow bring a rescue
plane crash
plane crash
bodies splattered
across the ground, pieces
lodged in trees. All in the name of
progress
progress
movement motion
turning curious heads
a new thought speaks outloud to hear
come close
Come close,
dear friend, and feel
my devotion's intense
loyalty to your very life's
last breath.
last breath,
she departs I
know, suffering now gone,
will we meet again somewhere, somewhen?
my love...
my love
your tenderness
alleviates my pain
take hold of my hand and kiss with
soft lips
softs lips
venture winds forth
as a breeze bringing clouds
within a pouch held by white string
no flight
No flight.
Holding her own,
facing her darkest fears,
she realizes the depth of
her strength.
her strength
enfolds, shelters
me, when I know I'm weak...
She could have left, yet she stayed here:
my strength