You
and I
we build
a scaffolding
of
sighs
reaching to
the closer
clouds
our fears
are not
of flying
but of
falling
back
to earth
with those
who go about
their lives
as if
the sky
was only
empty
as if
it did
not contain
wonders
as if
it was not
the threshold to
heaven
By Mary Bach, previously published at http://writinginthebachs.blogspot.com/2014/11/sky-light.html
I love this….:)
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Thanks!
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This is just a lovely poem, Mary. It certainly describes new love, but hopefully older love as well–the vision of sky high is just great, and the fear of falling so cleverly and aptly stated. Thanks. k.
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Thank you Karin.
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A scaffolding of sighs.
Sigh, lovely…and fragile.
Well done.
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Thank you.
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