Fight or Flight

Delight

like the Blackwood down by the creek

or the apple tree fallen free

broken limb blossoms in the winter sun

 

Light

Like a beam for my feet at night

Winter solstice, the dead of night

and your moonbeam to ‘luminate my heart

 

From the youngest child my heart beat wild for an answer

And my ears kept near to the silent sigh

and gave me wise eyes

 

Night

Put to death by the breaking dawn

And a haven for wide-eyed ones

blinded glow of the headlight

 

Flight

Saw you launch in the sky that night

Took up wings for a better life

Just to breathe in and rest beneath the skin

 

From the youngest child my heart beat wild for an answer

And my ears kept near to the silent sigh

and gave me wise eyes

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