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wings

[today]Mar 23rd, 2011 3:22:27 am - Subscribe

and I don't know
why you
should have
any hold on me now

except once
in your eyes
I saw the sky
reflected

and though I
could never see
beneath
your surface

for a moment
at least
I knew
your mind

though you
elude me
when I try to
look deeper

I yet sense
your longing;
your intention
to fly

earthbound
as I am,
you fill me
with wonder

the rush of
your intensity
and inscrutable
ways,

subtle hint of
your darkness
drawing me,
inexorable,

and the thrill of
the thought
of a moment
upon your wings.

[I am]overtired.

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