

Wild HeavenSo I was walking down the street one day and unknowing your very presence in the city, I sent some wish into the wind I didn’t even know I wished it but then it happened that all signs were speaking of you I didn’t see them until it was too late and there we were, unhinged by fate that sent us crashing big-footed through each others soulsWild Heaven
Still we didn’t see -- we were stumbling, tumbling, careening wild angels tangled in our wings, our feathers falling, spinning to the earth, and who knew in the end which feather was which, belonged to who – me, or you? &nbs


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Sky flowing with a wedge of birds in a morning of stars; The morning rises in the moving pass of flowing birds -- a wave in the air above, a movement in the wake of love. Where is my night in all this waking? Those stars I see through the bones of the tree waiting for winter, prepared as I am not -- for I am the rebel,
calling back the warmth, holding it around me, a cherished blanket of those wide-winged angels’ feathers; I want to sleep, you see, to drift in my bed of angel-down I want to


FeathersFeathers fall. . . your windswept smile announces you, you wear the same clothes I recall, your shoulders hold the square gauge of time spanning then and now. I hang there, uncertain of the measure, the beat,Feathers
lost in pictures of you and me, dreams of days gone to history.
Still I hear you in the strings; you are always so strong, so you, I need that from you, and other things -- how to be unique, honest, dazzling. . . but your beauty brushes against me so I cannot stand, so I fall, still wondering: How do I know you in my sinews and blood? How do
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