Saturday, July 24, 2010

A Dream Of Flight

It was easier not knowing;
To be born like a star, so pure,
Swallowing the darkness;
I was your dying breath,
The one that choked you
As you tried to say goodbye;

I shine now as you wanted,
For I can be nothing else;
Without guidance or sign,
A child still,
Rising small and golden
On borrowed wings~

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