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| the falcon and the snowman "The Story of Arthur and the Eagle" |
| On the wings of an eagle he flies, and me clumsy and earthbound as I am, watch in silent adoration. He is my Angel, Nay he is my God, does he even know I'm watching him does he even know I exist. I guess it doesn't matter. He is truly marvelous to behold, in flight, in form, he leaves me lost in breathless wonder. I ask myself what it would be like, to be held in those delicate wings. Could those mighty pinions carry me off at his meerest whim. His whole baring is blest, his form seems kissed by the southern winds, even when the gales are still and silent. And his eyes reflect calm of the sea. What does he see with those gentle eyes, can he see me up there among the clouds. How do I look to him I wonder, am I just some tiny lord of an even more mythical kingdom. How does he know me, Why do those graceful wings touch me so deeply, How can he stay so aloft when I know his soul is burden by so much. Would that my love could lift me up to him, that we could fly as one, or that he could maybe know my world and join me here. But alas, I fear my dream shall never be, For we are torn, sepparated by a chasm grand enough that a blind man could see. Where from this abysmal distance sprang, or how these damnable walls came to be, I know not. All I know is that they're here now, and all the love I have cannot span their width, or smash their stone... |
| Circa 1991 |
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| The Hardest Battle... Is won of Love... Who Wears the Crown Now... |
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