Gift of eternal feather
sun seared into light
inside my veins
born to soar,
climbs so high
My butter milk sky,
jump, fold, dive
the amazing try,
fold of origami,
sunday best pressed,
white washed walls
The sea cliff of god.
the ripe fruition
oh sweet fig,  
salt of promised land,
peace wept branch,
an armistice stands,
the sightless sings,
for the broken wings,
moon filled mellow songs.
dizzying peak,
scrambled scaled
for fear of heights,
fantastic belief.

oh surely,
when one
is  falling,
the only way
to splash
gracefully,
is to plummet.