To soar, swift and sudden, into the sky
On waxen wings
To melt and burn, fall and die
Trying to satisfy an ache you cannot name?
I think so.
Better to drift into warm air
Look into the face of the sun
And kiss it long and slow
Trying to satisfy an ache you cannot name.
Melt if you must.
Burn if you must.
Fall if you must.
Die if you must.
That may be your folly.
Or kiss. Long and slow.
Then dissolve if you must
Into the ache and mystery
That longs for your love.
Love it and name it
If you must.
The name is your own.
One Single Impression
Sandy Carlson Social