I do declare, I do despair
Of finding things more heft than the air
That beats against a ragged wing
Redirects a tattered tail
Causing outpourings of panicked prayer
On takeoff and flight and landing

That is to say, I do dismay
Of finding nights more sheen than the day
That envies sibling’s sparkling light
Dreaming of her glittered veil
And the fires of passion and play
That under her long shroud, ignite

So I impart, I do disheart
Of finding ends more soon than the start
That precedes every bow and bend
Every ripple of the trail
Every path, shortcut, map, piece and part
Of any sanct way I ascend

May 2010 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on May 7, 2010.

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