A breath was drawn
chest inflated
Defenses had been seized long ago
A lonely warrior stood atop a fortress
With a pulse to echo through the senses
Eyes were clear now, the fog had drifted in
Hovering among the lines
Cracked skin brought longing for moisture
That pulse - it beat as thoughts forlorned
ALL
had been contemplated
A move must be made
Weery bones, lengthy strides
-Grabbed the hand
Little fingers traced 'round by promise
A seascape within the eyes
"Come along, for there is something I must show"
'Tis my heart, a pulse
Those eyes responded
Yet, there are wings
Softly, like notes of laughter on dew
The wings, their ominence unfolded
It must be so
None receives such a gift and does not let it go
Rocking in embrace, we strengthened our plee
Not standing as low, from this sight
Rid of a man
He was never to Be
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