The girl who flies
is but a tale
told in the night.
She will enter in dream;
the teacher of flight,
sharing her strength,
guiding the way.
And if she lets you
take a look
in the dark
of her eyes,
they do fool.
Calm, deep,
and green as the sea.
Safe in her arms
you will be.
Angela Minard 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Wendy
Posted by Angela at 5:19 PM
Labels: dreams, flying, my therapist, poetry
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