Wip'D (Work In Progress) Poem by Sean Furlong
Wip'D (Work In Progress)
Into the night I fly,
a reason beknownst unto the eye,
as sacred beings prance and sing,
I grasp the sky while fluttering,
they sing songs of love and war,
while I make haste to ocean's shore,
as all the world stands still around,
I flock to find you safe and sound,
a gentle vision of grace forlorn,
for love's embrace is now its scorn
(8/7/07)
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
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