The tension recedes as I lift away. Nothing binds these snowy wings. I sail high as the eye can see. A speck of dust, brilliant in the sunlight. A crystal fracturing into color. Three times I circle your face, before I vanish. At last free.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The tension recedes as I lift away. Nothing binds these snowy wings. I sail high as the eye can see. A speck of dust, brilliant in the sunlight. A crystal fracturing into color. Three times I circle your face, before I vanish. At last free.