Uplift
by Kelly Sehring | My wings rest against the rock
where lichen brazes quietly on stone corners
the reaching tendrils of moss and growth
are the reason I left my wings here
to sigh and age
slow raindrops fall from wingtip edges
golden hues lifting from
the iridescent mirrors
place a new shine on stone now silver
my patient tender skeleton
used for the muscle of flight
sent me a dream of communion
a call I must answer.
May I ask for your help in
reconnecting my wings
the pattern of potential is visible at rest
in the symmetry of my shoulders
with blades like overturned leaves
use soft fingertips and warmed skin
press firmly now with the
joy of a tomorrow
your touch is a combustion of white heat
broken into particles
like light on water
songs of birth and becoming echo
in distant spaces of curved bone
and core of my spine
come, lets blink away this illusion of home
and enter the approaching story in
the opened sky
sculpted petals lay beneath us
growing smaller
with each distance gained
we will remember them for their generosity
and speak of them when we reach
our new solitude. | Kelly Sehring
Copyright 2004 |
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