Creep
Stretching outwards,
knees,
stretched tight;
The wind beneath you,
as you journey through this flight...
Soaring downward,
releasing the free;
Moment suspended,
only,
for you to see...
Shaking off the water,
in the cold winter night;
Floating, unnoticed;
As you focus upon the light...
The treasure of not knowing,
the anticipation, of no belief;
Slowly, through the darkness,
you creep...
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Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2012
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