She's a feather
in full flight.
Flying in my skies
and in-betweens,
intangibly gracing,
a breeze that caresses.
I may've disregarded
had I never seen
so distinctly.
I'd call her a tease
If I didn't feel her embrace,
in all its warm invisibility.
I’ve felt her move,
Tingling through,
glowing
in a thoughtless shrink.
Growing in light,
she blankets through the air,
transcendence to gravity,
encompasses all.
I believe,
in her light
elevation was stolen,
within recesses of my heart.
lifted.
If I didn't know where I was
I'd question my ascend,
why my feet still step these earthly grounds,
how I no longer hold my weight.
But in her arms,
I am
absolute.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
She's a feather
in full flight.
Flying in my skies
and in-betweens,
intangibly gracing,
a breeze that caresses.
I may've disregarded
had I never seen
so distinctly.
I'd call her a tease
If I didn't feel her embrace,
in all its warm invisibility.
I’ve felt her move,
Tingling through,
glowing
in a thoughtless shrink.
Growing in light,
she blankets through the air,
transcendence to gravity,
encompasses all.
I believe,
in her light
elevation was stolen,
within recesses of my heart.
lifted.
If I didn't know where I was
I'd question my ascend,
why my feet still step these earthly grounds,
how I no longer hold my weight.
But in her arms,
I am
absolute.
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