Writings on Life, War, and Exploration

Soar

Soar

In Winter,
The cold engulfed me like an enraged bear,
My head tilted to the sky,
And saw your eyes,
They were all your eyes,
Burning full and alive,
Taunting and seducing,
Lofty and unforgiving,
And I cried like a baby needing its mother,
Because those lights beyond the clouds were far;
The same distance as your love for me,
Like a mother bird I let you go,
Hoping you would soar,
Higher than my heart could ever take you,
I asked God if he could hear me,
And I felt a slight touch upon my shoulder,
It was the wind,
Blowing a lullaby,
Low and deep.

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