Wings of the Morning

             Wings of the Morning

　

Departure on my mind, earth to fallaway,

I see the moving light pass into history

and know that now does not just happen,

I may plunge into the heights,

create an act of will

and take the morning with me on the flight.

　

Away Away and lust companion just enough;

it is the brightness of the day

to make smooth edges rough and sharp

to clear away the fuzz of reticence;

you'll never understand.

Gleefully I go. There is no time for me

to take the intellect along; freedom

will afford a price like that, and

certainly with pain. It always does.

　

It is the morning that projects the light

and focuses upon the remnant that

the evening spared--the little dream

of prophecy at rest, erupting in

a world of paroxysm, fair delight

and death upon a moment no one knew.

　

It is for us,

from wings just like that.

           ~

　

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Although not technically a morning person. I do like the atmospheres of morning, especially if I am going somewhere. However this write is not just about morning, atmospheres or not.
It is about journey, if I might hazard a guess both real and mentally. Whatever is the core of the write it shows a master of words in full flow.

[Dean]

Thanks. I wish it were better.