When the ache comes deep in my bones,
That silent lonely longing...
I get me out to the clear spaces, the dear places
Where water meets the sky.
Where paper half-moon, thin like communion wafer,
Rests in its pale blue span.
Gravity drags me downward.
I would go soaring through the star bursts and solar flares
To burn away these parts of me that hurt,
But I am only lumpy flesh
With wings too frail to take flight.
They lift me only seconds at a time,
Toenails dragging dirt.
When breath stops and eye-spark fades
I will grow me angel wings, full pinioned like an eagle.
And all the aching joy and strutting sorrow that were too sweet...
Will finally reach their climax.
The longing will burst into a thousand bright-limbed beings
laughing...laughing...laughing...
That silent lonely longing...
I get me out to the clear spaces, the dear places
Where water meets the sky.
Where paper half-moon, thin like communion wafer,
Rests in its pale blue span.
Gravity drags me downward.
I would go soaring through the star bursts and solar flares
To burn away these parts of me that hurt,
But I am only lumpy flesh
With wings too frail to take flight.
They lift me only seconds at a time,
Toenails dragging dirt.
When breath stops and eye-spark fades
I will grow me angel wings, full pinioned like an eagle.
And all the aching joy and strutting sorrow that were too sweet...
Will finally reach their climax.
The longing will burst into a thousand bright-limbed beings
laughing...laughing...laughing...