When you walk out,
gentle,
into that golden sunrise,
and you are standing
as tall as you are,
you will have remembered
to get out of your own fickle way,
you will find yourself
standing
on that precious ledge,
once again,
unfurling
iridescent transparent wings,
you'll look to see
how high you are,
you'll know where
you've been and a smile will
flash across your lightning face,
stealing
from your eyes of fire,
the last drop of a salty dream of water,
in grace-filled memory
of every incarnation
when you were drowned in Love,
and you'll step out into the Light,
ascending,
you'll fly,
oh God,
how you have learned to fly...
May this be the day you choose to fly once again.
Anna
