Boundaries of Heaven
Cottonwood sky
Men hunger to fly
We beat our waxwings
Against this innocent wind
Then, we ascend
To the boundaries
Of heaven
What beacon of light
Burst, as a flame,
From the warm hands of Prometheus
This morsel of bread
Shall feed hungry men
We fly, again
To the boundaries of heaven
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2009
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