I Flew on the Wings

I flew on the wings
of your crystal sharp stars . . .
on the wind that
lifts the brilliant leaves
as they leap to exaltation
and extinction . . .
I flew on the colors of your need;
the shapes that lift me,
the songs you give me. . .
I flew with you . . .
I flew on the wings of joy,
a shape of truth
from your stormy soul. . .
with you I fly
up into the ebony night 
and we follow
the stars that guide us
and
the weights of our slow lives
have no anchors to hold us

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A small boy handed me this small pink leaf this morning .. .. a huge treasure . . .