[SAMWolf]

Wings



If I had wings to fly
I'd breathe in deep
and spread them wide
as I leap from the cliff
into the wind
where the gulls glide.

Crossing this wide sea
I glide above cruel waves
that reach up to drown my flight
in their cold
deep
blue-green graves.

And as your day grows slowly light
I'd arrive on worn-out wings
to hold you
in your waking dreams
and feel you soft
and gently warm
in my embrace at last.

Anthony West

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Wings. Oh wonderful poem. So beautifully written.

[snippy_about_it]

ahhhh. Pretty poetry this morning. Now to the tunes!