Friday, October 7, 2011

If I had wings to fly

If I had wings to fly 
I'd breathe in deep 
and spread them wide 
as I leap from the cliff 
into the wind 
where the gulls glide. 

Crossing this wide sea 
I glide above cruel waves 
that reach up to drown my flight 
in their cold 
blue-green graves. 

And as your day grows slowly light 
I'd arrive on worn-out wings 
to hold you 
in your waking dreams 
and feel you soft 
and gently warm 
in my embrace at last.

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