Fly me to the soon

May 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

Fly me to the soon

Heaven’s bed – a field of snow
And feathers down below me.
In golden light at such a height
The sun can get to know me.

Silver needle stitching clouds
Pulling time together,
The golden thread, the words we’ve said
Embroidering forever.

In bright thin light upon the wing
I sit and search horizons.
And soon the night will hold me tight
‘Till morning’s new orisons.

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