God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please - you can never have both. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

 LIFESONG

Flange my wings, crepe my cape

Before I fly, but soar I will.

The deaf, blind to song,

 Still feel my bearing; askew,

 Out-takes galore until

I get it right. Silk is not

Soft as my kiss, nor

Air carry the cry of my

Throat, and the warbling of

Doves is not ample enough

For my poems and psalm:

 Just you.

 What brings:

 Brought my heart,

 And on

 Wings of desire.

This, my image

Prone

Mind

- This strange-

Soul:

 Hews more than snow smeared

Earth, each crystal an unlike

Being, masking summer trails,

    But my is of a nature

One, my Maker guides this

  Flight, joy and cry,

 Wrung from being's pores/

 Soared on mimic stars and

Glistened fancy......yes

I bled, but oh heart, 

 Those you shared

            With    me.