August 2009

Nighttime Flight Into Aching Hands

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The warm bodies of birds keep me comfort in dreams; I sleep nestled between claw and feather while longing for safety in flight with you. Let me under your wings, let me in. I am begging

for you now, in the most piteous of ways. But it is from my heart.

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I long for you like I long for falcon’s cries. These nighttime flights have started to lose their meaning. What reason do I have to be here? Why do I come to listen to the laughter of friends

when yours is not among them? Your absence weighs more than you will ever know.

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My bitterness is both as young and as old as the stars. I know, because I wade in their light on the journey home. The flight is long for my tired body, but you fill my heart more than

Northern winds could fill my heavy wings. More than starlight could steal from my aching hands.

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Your absence weighs more than you will ever know.

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AN: Sorry for the rulers and such. For whatever reason, FP document manager loves giving me a hard time with spacing. Shift+Enter never seems to work. Just getting the rulers to stay is hard enough...