Wings (Kyrielle)

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall. ~ Ray Bradbury

I found my wings on the way down

before plunging into the sea.

On outskirts of this coastal town,

I unearthed wings inside of me.

 

I slipped into the darkest deep,

accepting fate and what would be -

another chance, eternal sleep.

I unearthed wings inside of me.

 

I arose with waves in my hair,

the voice of rivers flowing free.

Ancestral whispers filled the air.

I unearthed wings inside of me.

 

I ascended into the sky

stretching toward infinity.

For all the clouds within my eye,

I unearthed wings inside of me.

 

An ash moon in a ghostly dress

perched upon the limbs of a tree

watching and waiting, bodiless.

I unearthed wings inside of me.

 

I packed my bags and went my way,

burned the bridges of memory,

and left my world a world away.

I unearthed wings inside of me.

 

I lost remorse, regret, and pain,

the tangled vines that none could see,

and planted seeds to bloom again.

I unearthed wings inside of me.

 

The years have ended; time has flown.

The sun turned shadow into glee.

When I am dead, let it be known,

I unearthed wings inside of me.

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love this piece...the wings inside help us fly higher than any literal wings we
could attach...always a soft landing when we feel weightless of mind and heart.
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Jacob. It's always so good to see you.