She does not know if she will ever fly
or be like the bird long pinioned
whose wings no longer give her flight
but keeps the world beyond her reach
like raindrops on the window pane
Will she be the lady tied fast with ropes
to the bow of the sailing ship
to briefly raise her upturned arms
and reach beyond the waves
to touch the horizon’s slip
Can she be free of her pinioned wings
and be feathered of color once more
in the childlike quest to reach and dream
will she ever fly to distant shores
Or will she drown in the expanse
of salt licked foam brine
and find no purchase to hold her
Until her wings are pinioned no more
and she spreads her arms again
to once more find her soul can soar
removed of all its’ fetters
She will ride sun rays and moon beams
threaded brilliant with tiny stars
in the sky she can thus be with them
for it will only then be true
she will know she can surely fly
© June 2016
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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