sparrows wing

a vision

a dream

a dawn of a new flight

firmament of past

now clears

.

.

.

I awoke

to the daut

of sparrows wing

blushing

my skin

.

.

.

I stood

I lunge

I propelled

imitating the bird

I leapt in vain

.

.

.

.

.

a vision

a dream

a dawn of a new flight

on sparrows wing

you lifted me..

.

.

.

.

choppy

no longer

am I amused with

those choppy waters

flooding my nostrils

.

I turned

and there you were

noticing me

overcoming the spill

.

no longer

is it a secret

about my welling

depleting strength

.

I turned

and it is always you

bucking the spill

thus easing my chest

.

.

.