The Clear Division

Yearning wings, a fragile bird in flight,
Amid giants, seeking solace in the light.
Windows of perception, opaque and cold,
Yet, beneath fragile feathers, a story unfolds.

Winging my way through the world today,
I saw the sky in your eye.
But, there was no passage through.

Blunt force knocked something like sense
Into my head.
You’re an illusion I want to fly through,
Lying now in red mulch.

You appear, near this
Motionless creature that reflects
below its deflector.

Stunned spirit, my chest heaves.
No further resistance I feel.
Yet, I still fear
The face from above.

You believe this as sign —
Me, an act of willing trust
To bond with your nature.

To the owner of thick glass
Mirroring clouds, hopeful sunrises,
Another world burns,
Hidden in a surviving, stained soul.

Where you kneel,
A miracle heals, rises
With renewed strength, lifts to its heaven —
A blue escape We could view together.

Peaceful coexistence divides
In the mind
Of the keeper
Of our retaining wall.


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Blind trust or ignorance flew into your window?
We could have been one, if your glass were opened up.

Or, 34?

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