REALEASE IN THE WINGSPAN

Release in the wingspan of forgotten skies –

the leaves fall in the wishbone of the trees,

decaying underground where they lie.

It’s the craziest of affairs in this cherished tune,

the one that reminds me of you

as we danced beneath the moon.

If only in my mind and in my dreams,

we snuck away under the darkness

in canoes traversing the deepening streams.

You cast away your troubles because you had none,

I clenched the frightened man’s tail

because I had not fought for my freedom under One.

There was a Heron sitting on the bank beneath the sunrise’s breath.

The willows hung below their reflections

and sang amongst the star’s first catch.

Solitude, Grace and Virtue are all symbolic of its nature,

the captive souls and the crowded streets

are no place for valor, not even for her.

We were lovers of the deep and shallow affairs;

contradictory states in this world turned upside down and inside out

in the mire of their shore and our sunken prayers.

Release in the wingspan of forgotten skies –

the leaves fall in the wishbone of the trees,

decaying underground where they lie.

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