wings

I believe in you and the good things that wait

I believe you can fly with the wings we created 

in the arms of a lover, the heart of a friend 

with tenderness we hold in our heart what won't end 

the wonder that stays, may its aura never cease 

the high price we paid for the wounds and healing 

all of it precious and part of you and me 

the roots that were sowed from that one fertile seed

the crop that is yielded holds promise that's rare 

if you ever need me--you know I'll be there 

I hold on tight with my far away arms 

as you take flight with my prayers for no harm 

in the arms of a lover, the heart of a friend 

with tenderness we hold in our heart what won't end

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License