Wings
by Anthony West
If I had wings to fly
I’d breathe in deep
and spread them wide
as I leap from the cliff
into the wind
where the gulls glide.
Crossing this wide sea
I glide above cruel waves
that reach up to drown my flight
in their cold, deep
blue-green graves.
And as your day grows slowly light
I’d arrive on worn-out wings
to hold you
in your waking dreams
and feel you soft
and gently warm
in my embrace at last.
Emerald Studio Photography 