RIC S. BASTASA


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be glad you have a name
the one your mother thought
when she first conceived you in her womb
the name the world has given you
in letter bold and big and strong

you have been there
on the mountain top and it was cold
and so silent

now is the time to come down
and meet your friends
and dine with them

you leave the clouds and be
with earth you leave that space now
reserved for the anonymous
faceless, weightless, empty
let the unknown be full and let it be there

you have breathed the thin air
you felt the clouds in your fingers
you have kissed the sun and you did not burn
clip off your wings and come with me

on an afternoon walk we shall see the sun
setting so beautifully

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2008
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