WINGS I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees. I envy all creatures born with the gift of flight. I achingly long to have wings of my own. Feathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white. Wings as beautiful and fierce…

color blasts of swirling stars         deeper into the depths of unconsciousness                     to a inky blackness of nothingness broken by                            a voice from long ago, a scene reenacted over and                                        over from a time when a small child would hide in                                               …