Morning Wings

Morning wings

brush mine,

I wake to a

pale moon

in blue.

 

She sinks 

westward

while we soar,

arise.

 

Sunlight rests

in Apple branches,

full of white

perfume.

 

Could I rest 

there too?

I climb and touch

the sky.

 

The eastward 

moon rises,

I close my eyes.

 

Paling,

I sink

 

I no longer

touch the ground.

 

I leave the Earth

for the Sky.

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