In mornings rise she shall awaken
An' board the bird of fate less sky
In Leaving I am left of questions
non to be answered of knowing' why
Unto that isle she must return
Taking' pieces of all that is
For non has held the oceans shore
As the coast beckons the heart o' dreams
For now the whisper of ghosts write
and a seasons caress of admiration
Locked within the memory of time
A walk upon sand shared in night....

A dream of wanderlusts' fulfillment
An' the capture of a step in time...............................


GJW 11 / 01 / 07

Geoff Warden

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-wings/