A Walk Into Flight Love Lost

A walk into flight Love lost I have been walking towards waves of – patiently travailing those rocky shores – Love has laid before the feet of this old fool. Upon my back, I carry this weight like a mule, only to find my imprints are taking wing leaving me with a broken heart, to sing my melancholy songs, long after all is gone to dust, carried upon wings, the winds above all, what I – with hope, anticipation – thought was Love. B. J. “A” 2 November 23rd 2007