mightier wings

Even fire protected us when we were young
Lightning blessed the roots of our tongue

Silence stunned our thoughts some way
Our souls awakened to singing each day

Our sun then set before it truly rose
Our poetry turned into difficult prose

Our choices landed us somewhere stale
We boarded a ship that had lost its sail

Wonders seemed to cease as we got old
Each year was dull; just as foretold

Can longing for sun exceed the earth’s sighs?
Can spirit descend in a life full of lies?

Will we still worship the thought of things?
Or dare unfurl our mightier wings?

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