graces
oft enfold me
as silken wing
to flame
between the stars
where night
has gone –
with destinies
to claim
remembered
home –
as dreamed I cleft
the sinner
from the sin –
another me
unknowing pens
the place
we are again
fluttering
as truth to word
lines unfit
my soul to rhyme
ages
I have wandered here –
beyond
the reach
of time
. . .
Sounds like sailing airborne, not fluttering
Yes, swimming on the breath of God…… 😊
Always waiting, near the falls …
Where in the still surrender of ten thousand oceans, the only discernable sound is that of hearts beating as one…..