Saturday, October 11, 2014

Before The Dying Of Your Wings



Before the Dying of Your Wings


from the fading day
from the winter wind
your heart comes on singed and tattered wings
seeking another warming light to dance within
yearning for the heat yet fearing the flames
for you have known such pain
your heart has lived in the outer dark
locked in ice
hating and needing
longing for surrender
begging for peace

but you sense for one last time
this light will never burn you
it is not the fiery sun of August
full of raging heat and withered souls
it is the light of early summer warm and comforting
full of passion yet without cruelty
full of the wholeness of life

And to this sun you have come
before the dying of your wings . . .