Certain Ways to Take Flightby Sam Silva
The bird I make my nest with is a painter and a queen. So subtle in her artful voice like the palette and mark of her pensive art!
I am a dog my howl of choice, the moonlit words I scribble here!
in gazing on the things she paints the things she paints, as if a dream with all the longing of my heart
or listening to her wisdom's breath
oh day and night of mine! oh choir of angels choir of saints
to give me peace more powerful than death
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volume 10(6)This poem is copyright © 2006,
Sam Silva, all rights reserved.
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