Stretched Wings

Give me the wings

of streamlined blue heron

I was born to fly

above melancholy vistas,

no teardrops on my feathers

soaring above capture, dipping

and gliding like windblown kite.

Skimming back and forth

through gilded thoughts.

Washed at midnight

by soothing moonbeams.

sparks of stars igniting,

opening wings

to life’s possibilities.

Peering down at shadow

of myself through veil

of patched sunlight,

staring gravity

in its face.

Gliding without weight

wind at my back

sunrises kisses

and serenity breaths.

Flying in a cradle

of beamed illumination.

Stretched wings of freedom.