Thursday, May 15, 2008
I long for a voice like a wing,
feathered and soft, that I might tell
you everything that hides within.
The perfection of plumes
laid side by side, hollow shafts
that ache for air, a subtle iridescence
in slanted light; these things might speak
for me in truth and tenderness.
And then the sky would drop
a silken curtain, miles of sapphire
unfurled. Strong and fluent,
I would convey, at last, a pureness
of heart untainted by a single word.
Posted by Sea Dream Studio at 2:07 PM