Is it not a bird’s wings, which
make its perspective unique? Sight alone will not show you the world. The view from a branch, a tuft of moss, a speckle of leaves, will only change with the seasons. We must lift ourselves, soaring high above the sky, to see the vastness below. From my perch, I saw you enter. Your smile was kind. Your eyes were on fire. A mystery contained neatly behind two lids. Blinking; a fan to the flame. I have heard a many song carried ‘cross land and sea. But I have never heard a sound like you. The truth rests gently on your tongue. It rises and falls, a steady breath as you sleep upon my chest, a bay for safe harbor. Your eyelids, your wings, Fluttering in the darkness. In dreams, you lift me to greater heights.
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Bryan beck
9/18/2019 07:53:27 pm
Just so beautiful the words
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