Poetry: Winged Bird

 
Winged Bird
  
 Winged bird in flight,
 Flying so freely through the night,
 Upon the winds of love 
 And hope,
 Fearful perhaps of what might.
  
 Like all winged creatures
 You soar,
 High above earth's stable ground,
 Touching briefly,
 If only to light,
 Upon the soul of love's creation.
             
 Your flight is your fancy,
 Your freedom from truth,
 You use your wings wisely,
 To escape attainment.
             
 Winged bird in flight,
 Flying so freely through the night,
 Upon the winds of love
 And hope,
 Fearful perhaps of what might.
             
 To stop your flight,
 And be conceivably grounded,
 Would it quench,
 Your freedom you fear;
 Or would you gain,
 With your wings some feet,
  
 To plant firmly on earth,
 Among the seeds of love,
 And grow ever more joyous,
 Amid what love reaps. 

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