the moment fades
and you had thought to capture to page
but her rapid flow escapes your hand's words
and pen falters its speech denied
you find yourself on cold granite steps
to silent tower who skin garnished with vine
lending it a ancient aspect to its modern line belies

once taken to wing
but tamed by the confused winds
you falter back to the roost of your thoughts
to mend your plans and stock your blades
you eye the approaching storms
and gauge you delemias
once taken to wing a man can think of little more
once taken to wing a man will fight to the death
to reattain the air on wing
that ebb and floe that razors edge of death
that freedom of flight
it will gnaw his conscience
disturb his dreams
till he rides wind once again
ever eyes to the quick skys
ever one hand testing mettle
to take to the wing

your pen sings once more
its voice rising to symphony and igniting the soul
clear and true
by divine right
in the simple phrases of dawns early light
streaming in through the gate
the air cool with the heavy scent of summer growth
the mind giddy with the pleasures of
summers gentle grace
toe touch to the waters surface
spreads a whisper of a wave
across the mirror surface
across the lifetimes edges of dull grey waters
turn the word slowly
its face is its own not mine
its dull repetition is the hammer-stroke
the heartbeat
of.....