I see an angel slouching,
In the sky, as if heaven
Were so heavy.
Seabird, where do you come
From? Is the earth too much,
To take all in?
I know how you feel sailing,
Above it all yet drawn too,
As I am drawn.
Wraith, I want to feel that place
You are winging from here,
As now, forgetting.
*But it's so hard to fly,
Unlike you, just easily,
I will close my blind eyes
And trail your mission starry.*
I will tread in air backwards,
Deep into sky heavens,
Sloughing all the way.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
I see an angel slouching,
In the sky, as if heaven
Were so heavy.
Seabird, where do you come
From? Is the earth too much,
To take all in?
I know how you feel sailing,
Above it all yet drawn too,
As I am drawn.
Wraith, I want to feel that place
You are winging from here,
As now, forgetting.
*But it's so hard to fly,
Unlike you, just easily,
I will close my blind eyes
And trail your mission starry.*
I will tread in air backwards,
Deep into sky heavens,
Sloughing all the way.
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