On metal wings
I take up speed
To a place of
Sweet solitude,
To touch the face
Of my Maker;
Higher, ever higher
This bird will take
Me, beyond clouds
So vast I fly with
Such ease and grace
To the sun I climb
Only to stall and fall
To the clasps of earth;
Yet she will receive
Me in do time, dear.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
On metal wings
I take up speed
To a place of
Sweet solitude,
To touch the face
Of my Maker;
Higher, ever higher
This bird will take
Me, beyond clouds
So vast I fly with
Such ease and grace
To the sun I climb
Only to stall and fall
To the clasps of earth;
Yet she will receive
Me in do time, dear.
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