Morning Wings

Morning wings
brush mine,
I wake to a
pale moon
in blue.
She sinks 
while we soar,
Sunlight rests
in Apple branches,
full of white
Could I rest 
there too?
I climb and touch
the sky.
The eastward 
moon rises,
I close my eyes.
I sink
I no longer
touch the ground.
I leave the Earth
for the Sky.

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