Crossing a Dawnlit Pond (two poems)

You who do not soar with the majesty of eagles,

Who do not stride the water with the pride of a goose,

Who possess neither the plumage of a swan nor the sleek aggression of a seagull;

You who flutter across the face of the water like a finch at dawn,

You bring light into my soul.

…

One finch pursues another

across early morning water

chasing shrinking personalities of shade

as dawn lifts her eyes to recognize

the brief beauty of your love.

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~ by shaysrebellion on May 26, 2011.