Finding My Wings
The night reaches it's darkened fingers
Out to touch my face
And in a flash of lightning I see
The great expanse of nothingness there
Beckoning me to join it
But I will not.
I am a rose petal caught in a breeze
Softly swirling down to a sun baked earth
That gives no nurture, no sustenance
And still I cling to life without my roots
But I cling in hope.
I am a poet without a poem
A singer without a song
A lover without a love
And what is that in the scheme of things?
A beautiful bird that's lost it's wings?
I will fly on in my heart without them
For I will never forget how the current feels
How the clouds taste, how the sky curves
How high I flew when love lifted me.
The night will not take me down
I will fight it with the memory of day
Full moon madness will I ignore
Face thunderstorms with my fists raised high.
I was born for gossamer and grace
Fragrance of flowers and laughing in the sun
A man's arms around me, twirling me in the dance
Not this emptiness that follows me like a shadow.
I will have none of it!
I will regain what has been stolen
I will walk in beauty with my soul intact
With unfelt smiles decorating my face
I will reach my hand out to tomorrow
Where love lies hiding
And I shall fly again.
©by Voo
August 18, 07
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