Flight

I saw it rise against the falling sun:
The Night Heron flew and sang its awkward song.
Its strange bark awoke within my heart
A longing to walk on air.

But earth bound as I was,
I flew after it with words;
And in my longing
I remembered that Word
By which, one day,
I Will fly before it.

mike frank
© 2006

 

 

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