A fledgling's wings,
the song Dawn brings
to the throat of the morn's first born...
The light cascades on this Soft Parade
as the soil and the air remain warm
through the Still of the Night
when eyes reflect light
and only the bat and the owl fly
past the blossoming Moon
Let the clouds sail past
let me grab the last one
and float far away,
free and clear
look down and see where i stand
and perhaps understand
what i want the most
is also my greatest fear...
05-23-10
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