Richa Mehta - On Wings - Sestina

Pecking away at fleeting moments,
one, or two, or three... lost them;
Leaving me behind, I soar away;
so many dimensions of space and time
mixed up with every flap of my wings -
Wonder where I will meet me again?

Fantasies build up in my mind again,
Linking reality with imagined moments;
Magpies flutter wishes on my wings,
each one the same, yet too many of them.
Gentle heartbeats tracking the time,
I arrive, but destinations turn me away.

Something is waiting, why look away;
I ready myself to fly far again,
crossing the barriers set by time.
Jumping over these past moments,
I smile a wave back at them -
years fall apart under my wings

Time was flying on these wings,
now they fly me further away
than time ever flew; I tell them
to take me to gentle life again;
relive some, and forget other moments.
I find myself dancing with time.

Looking for a life beyond time,
I rise higher on special wings;
blinking memories into the moments
that watch me live and die away.
I find myself - lose my dreams again;
still searching, trying to find them.

I hid my heart deep within them -
those dreams that are now lost in time.
Forward and back through life again,
didn't know even dreams had wings;
on new feathers they ran away,
skipping through gaps in moments.

Catching up with them again, I run, ask them -
where are those dreams, the moments missing in time;
one, or two, or three on wings, they smile at me and fly away...

Richa Mehta

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