WINGS

 

I have seen ~

the afflictions of those entwined

as one...

 

Who chose their own companion,

before His time had come.

 

A sad ~ bittersweet.....

sight to see...

 

Two ~ once passionate lovers......

torn apart ~

 

Self wrought agony.

 

As the nestling discovers it's wings ~

Learns to fly, and then to soar....

 

The spirit of one alone,

needs nothing more.

 

For wings do not come from

the embrace of a lover ~

 

They grow out ~ from inside us....

  when our true selves,

~ we discover ~

J

(very unsure of date, even to the point of before 1994)

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