They're missing, They should
be here
Like a stretch of non-being
between my shoulder blades
That constant desire
Always supressed
Manifests itself here
And would I could,
Two wings of pure will
Should unfurl into being
My sheer desire turned solid
Fuelled by desperation for escape
That the silken wings of want
Should bear me away
To a place
Where they know
What It Means To Be STILL.
Abby Mackaway
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/salvation-lets-their-wings-unfold/
