On Golden Wings
On golden wings I go and do not know,
What treasures lie so greatly in the sky.
Questions linger on the lips;
A pink- no red, which now would be perverse-
To shatter bliss with preposterous sound!
Oh, I am bound,
Bound for light’s unspeakable truth,
So shut my mouth shall stay,
Until I may just lightly place a foot upon a cloud.
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