
Paper Wings
Is the earth falling or am I rising?
Paper wings catch the wind,
Be forever a gentle breeze, I pray.
Lift me from lowly places
Unburden this skin
Grown too tight for spirit form,
Captured long ago by longing for
Dragon flight in ground fog.
This weight–
This wait–
Too heavy for speedy travel,
Too slow for waking dreams.
New desires entice me now–
Free-falling into the abyss
With wings to fly.
© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette
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Thanks. You still heading this way tomorrow?
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Yes! You are beloved. This is a beautiful piece. Artistry for the body, mind and spirit.
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