(re-post)
Monarch
I have no fear of losing touch with earth,
For I was born of human, wasn't I.
It's upward vision that I need,
So I revere the butterfly.
Encourage access to my garden,
Entice it with supposed delights,
Sing its praise, and beg its pardon,
An earth-bound creature craving flight.
But while I stand with eyes and heart gone misty,
Drawn to painful yearnings in that sky,
Something gives, as indeed something is taken,
And soul greets soul in raptured compromise!
from Moon Madness and Other Skywritings
Posted on June 11, 2007 at 06:54 AM | Permalink
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