Sunday, September 30, 2012

In Suspension

My love is a whisper
My dream, a roar

Flung from a gilded cage, my soul
darts and flits, avoiding pause
Avoiding

          ... Stillness. Love. Him.

Avoiding another ending.

If I land, I may
                       lose my wings
                       shade this audacity
                       absorb

the weight of yet another
heavy, static love

In motion
I am illuminated, I am light.
It is only me.

          ... Apart. Lonely. Free.

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