Sean Furlong - Wip'd (Work in Progress)

Into the night I fly,
a reason beknownst unto the eye,
as sacred beings prance and sing,
I grasp the sky while fluttering,
they sing songs of love and war,
while I make haste to ocean's shore,
as all the world stands still around,
I flock to find you safe and sound,
a gentle vision of grace forlorn,
for love's embrace is now its scorn


(8/7/07)

Sean Furlong

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