In Plain Sight
By sidewinder
A fledgling spreading his wings for the very first time, Celebrating the memory, Feeling a rush of breath held in pleasure, Rhythms made like a silent language, Never forgotten in haunted dreams, Sweet in their own way, A melody kept in a secret never revealed, Wind swept, Held by heartbeat, Feel the flutter of the wings guiding mysteries in this universe, Rising in sunrises never before mapped, And in that horizon a totem gives its own secrets for those who are willing to listen and wise enough for those who understand its message. Jan. 16, 1997 Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 05:35 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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"A fledgling spreading his wings for the very first time,..."