Asleep with eyes wide open,
Awake with eyes closed shut,
Fly out,
Fly out, bleeding words dry.
Arms closed with hands open we grasp,
We reach we reach, I seek,
Grasp, I gasp for the air between in the light.
"Come take my hand, don't you be afraid,
Fly high, Fly out, to you"
I reach, I reach, she grasps,
Frail and wholey we upwring our feet,
Or so it seems,
Fly out,
We try,
Leave here, from our mind,
We try,
Yrlana will reach, she will grasp,
And I am released,
I, fly away, fly out,
Fly out.
There's still tomorrow here.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoesiaThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
