world-weary, mist-heavy, pressed to tarry,
heaven ever ahead and all roads winding.
feet on the ground grind not dreams of fairy
though crosses and crossing-outs while treasure-finding.
winged beasts flying blind on sound depend;
they echolate, we reciprocate, to sound the depth.
yet darkness resists scouts and scouring of land,
so sleep, and stillness, til sun-guided steps.
stay the hands, in the night all senses lie;
still the lips, tis they who signals seek and send.
mice-curl, snuggle, cuddle close and cry;
never, nor ever, will have all til the end.
checks and glances, words and silence; in a breath and wink,
flap and flutter, our morning vigils - spring.
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