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
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2013
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