there was a hint, a clue, a fragment
I thought I heard in that rambling melody
of words on the phone as they filtered through
was I mistaken?

and now, I'm not certain of anything
but me,
lifting off this sea of uneven mediocrity
I will gather these feathers and fly
one more time,
towards my latent destination
while I can still see and believe,
the promise of freedom
between the harshness of time
this moment of destiny revealed,
captured
treasured
as I make my way
with great determination
careful steps in the light of a prayer
toward that voice still pleading
for inner harmony ...

02/21/2008

Posted on 02/21/2008
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