Wings of the Morning
Departure on my mind, earth to fallaway,
I see the moving light pass into history
and know that now does not just happen,
I may plunge into the heights,
create an act of will
and take the morning with me on the flight.
Away Away and lust companion just enough;
it is the brightness of the day
to make smooth edges rough and sharp
to clear away the fuzz of reticence;
you'll never understand.
Gleefully I go. There is no time for me
to take the intellect along; freedom
will afford a price like that, and
certainly with pain. It always does.
It is the morning that projects the light
and focuses upon the remnant that
the evening spared--the little dream
of prophecy at rest, erupting in
a world of paroxysm, fair delight
and death upon a moment no one knew.
It is for us,
from wings just like that.
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Categories:
fallaway, allegory,
Form: Free verse