Thursday, March 22, 2007

“When I am finally Loved”

There is a kind of sadness within that
Hums and blows like the North wind,
Shuffling,
Ramming and
Stirring things around…

A nest of twigs and twine am I …

A flightless soul that dreamt of love
And forgot to grow wings.

Still, I coerce myself to exercise and strain
The few emergent feathers beneath my
Fear
And I trust some dawn to discover
Me
In a sky of pearl light dancing.

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