At these times I feel a breath on my nape
At these times my thoughts are like a flailing ribbon
At these times I hear
Footsteps closing in on my heels
And see a deer in the distance
Looking anxiously into my eyes
But I know I'm safe-
For maybe only the very first time in my life.
Closing my eyes
I feel like I am soaring …
To someplace, I've never been before
As you lift me into the air
I feel I can fly
And leave all my disappointments behind me
Is this a stage?
And if it is can we keep the curtains from closing
And our own, sweet encores, coming.
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