At Times

At times, I must let go your hand
for my spirit oft' demands
the freedom and the flow of flight
beyond, beneath what's known as light

and in these times
when darkness seems to delete rhyme
I must trust that you will be
still loving and awaiting me

for what can flight entail
if not the folding in of sails
if not the coming home
to the protective dome
of who we are…?

?Michaelette ?

9/4/99
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