Wednesday, February 25, 2015
A Falcon in Flight
Am trying, am trying,
Am trying to get by without you---
Without your presence
Without your voice
Your touch
Your breath...
But tell me how do I
Pluck you from my heart? You're in
The arc of a falcon in flight;
The nod of a blade of grass;
The happy games a little girl plays;
And in the helplessness of an old man getting by---
How can I then, pluck you from myself?
How do I stop breathing?
Am trying to get by without you---
Without your presence
Without your voice
Your touch
Your breath...
But tell me how do I
Pluck you from my heart? You're in
The arc of a falcon in flight;
The nod of a blade of grass;
The happy games a little girl plays;
And in the helplessness of an old man getting by---
How can I then, pluck you from myself?
How do I stop breathing?
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