The orphan pounds
Let me in!
Define me,
I must ride on your wings.
After all – I have none.
Unseen and undiscovered
Reality obscured.
Tucked close against
Uncertain threat,
Bound tight.
Until backward glance,
Whispered hope stirs
Feathery swirl
Certain flight beckons
As wings answer heart’s cry
For unseen journeys and
Unexplored terrains
The heart and the wings
Unfurled
To fly.