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a poem

William GarzaWilliam Garza TexasPosts: 2,356
edited 06/11/2012 - 8:43 AM in Water Cooler
Here I sit on the ragged edge of the peak
and Ime waiting for the breeze
any breeze
to fill my uplifted and tattered wings.
can you see them?
they have seen the miles and waethered the storms
as I flex and move the rusty appendages
they flit and hide the sun.

I wasnt so long ago my friend
that we would fly, You and I
and touch the sun
and silver the moon with the reflectionss of the life in our eyes.

Never again will we fly
Never again will we touch the blue of the higher sky.
we touched the edge of space
we two of the humans race.

Never again will unfettered wings gather the winds and free us of the bounds of life.

Yes, my friend whose gone before
whose life and love I do miss so...

Yes, we who knew the freedom
and throughout
will never soar...

As I sit at precipice
with cloud and sun and moor
as my soul surviving friends
I flex the wings once more
to feel the breeze, the wind, the billow
to bend as though the willow.

No my olden friend
Not today it seems,
once we were golden and new no bounds
all until we hit the ground
there is no breeze today to lift the wing
no song therein left to sing,
so I fold my little tattered wings
and look longingly at the edge
at freedom
that bitter wedge
between life and me

My wings are old and tattered
they remember how to fly
they remember freedom
they remember sky

But ive forgotten how to cry
so until tommorow
where there again we'll try.
William Garza
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