Embryonic wings fulfilled…
A genderless solace wishes to beat within us
Like monomorphic pupae, embryonic.
Wings still, forming joyously cocooned
Never knowing, light or dark…
Or the tart-taste core of a broken heart.
I guess we all have to experience pain…
To know that Eden’s gardens, still grow.
So, with wings tethered – membrane!
We stretch, and fly to the barren moon
In search of a warming star the other side.
Here on Gods earth we all hear bird song
Dawn’s chorus awakens our eyes to love
It touches us like the first soft, willow bud,
Opening pursed hearts rooted beating,
One breath into another - fulfilled.
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