Wings of Time
The ramparts of my existence span wings
of time...beating of my heart allows me to
believe I am here...then again, when am I not
leaving behind states of consciousness
I fly into the arms of wonderment
some part of me questions whether anyone
else notices I am flying through the heavens
most favorite moments of perceived freedom
dressed in a sweater woven of prayerful
reminders...
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2019
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