Wings

If I had wings

I'd breathe in deep

and spread them wide

as I leap from the cliff

into the wind

where the gulls glide.

Crossing this wide sea

I glide above cruel waves

that reach up to drown my flight

in their cold

deep

blue-green graves.

And as your day grows slowly light

I'd arrive on worn-out wings

to hold you

in your waking dreams

and feel you soft

and gently warm

in my embrace at last.