I am an eagle with wingspans
Of impossible delights
Who argues with it it's flight
Incapable to be free
In a sky without the light

I am now a ghost
Here reading poetry
Its once living years:
A breeze through eyes
Filled with tears;

A gargoyle pacifying all fears
Past the night.

This is a wish, a kiss, deep
A hopeful sigh
Hands bound, fingers clenched
For Love to deliver me
From here/now
To a place called perfection.
Aloft.
Infinitely.

“I am fish/sparrow”
Swimming in the in-between
Looking to always see.
No end to the ends…

Sunrise and free.