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Fluttering
Flutter away….
Or are you really on your way?
Toward a horizon?
Away from another sunset?
Landing on the upper-most pinnacle
Of the loftiest edifice
In the worst of metrological conditions
Under the most dire of circumstances.
Folding your wings inward
You face the torrential winds
What are you hoping to see....accomplish
Or are you hoping to be seen?
You utter a single note
You echo an alluring song
You hope, trust …believe
Some meaningful response exists in the depths of desire
It is the nature of wings
To seek out the beckoning heights
Away from pursuing oblivion
Toward the heavenly hand of peace.
There is no way one can be sure
No positive proof of existence
But the questions are deeply rooted
In your wavering heart and soul.
You did not plant them there
They were engraved in your spirit
At the moment of your conception
Along with the spark of life itself
It is the indelible signature
Of the Creator.