White as bleached bones, soft
as goodnight, whispering
leaves adrift as fox-fur,
falling clothes of trees -
suffered
falling clothes of trees -
suffered
not I, huddled in cotton dreams
shaking free as the chords
the notes
a melody so sweet, far
over the rooftops, creaking
forests sleep.
echoes over mountains along
echoes over mountains along
burns and streams,
the sea hums,
sounds from the deeps,
twittering birds migrate, mournful
sounds from the deeps,
twittering birds migrate, mournful
bellows of whales beneath
a sky of swaying tides,
shiver bones, and breathe -
shiver bones, and breathe -
the chill is heavier, borne
discrete
With a burst of speed, we begin. Three quick steps and aloft, winging on updrafts of discovery and adventure. Is this Icarus' vice, or can I fly higher, further, still?
discrete
With a burst of speed, we begin. Three quick steps and aloft, winging on updrafts of discovery and adventure. Is this Icarus' vice, or can I fly higher, further, still?
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