The blue of the dusk
Clusters around these
Earthbound bones, lustily
Blows cold onto cold
And knows well how to hold
Me bound.
Give me then wings, girth
Me with air-borne, light
Feathered things. De-earthed,
Let me fly starward.
Then on land afar
Ground me.
When at his door give
Me this powerful
Magic just once, living
Apart breaks me still.
Wing me, or tears will
Drown me.
Oh if we could just take flight to the ones we love :) I loved this Fay
I hope I got wings too, to see all my friends far away..a provoking verses lovely...10
Come take me up to the spirit in the sky, remember that song 10 +++ Chris
Excelllent, you never disappoint Fay. There are few like you. Hxx
You may be earthbound, but your beautiful blue poem definately has wings. Exceptional, Fay. Love, SandraX
It is remarkable poems... At you it will be obligatory wings, Fay...10.... Best wishes, tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant and beautiful Fay...a wonderful read thank you...Fi 10++