Friday, June 27, 2008
Half a Wing
I trust in thee who lies within,
Beneath the skin, sinew and bone.
Hold me and keep me tight,
Cover me with white.
My heart burns like heated stones,
Crimson wicket in a fog,
Break this ice that holds all doubt,
Seal Pandora's lock.
Half a wing,
Your name is,
Here, hold my torch.
Lest tears shatter this flame.
And God's grace fall upon it no more.
posted by Clumsy at 8:45 AM, | 
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thanks dear, thanks for everything.