-------Heaven on Earth-------
When I can love you with the grace that bird-wings share upon
the wind
I will know what it's like to fly.
For now, I can only gather feathers and search the streams for
bones
to remember how.
Everyday
I gather less and I put back more.
And when I am left with nothing
I will be right where I began -
Free to fly
and
completely in love.
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