Oct 2019
They take into themselves, living water
from the vine strip that love brought to them from
the canopy's Gathering--
from the passing storm of the lair, in Stratus
And behold, they are unafraid,
these thirsty-ones--
these cohesively-vibrating, pre-feathered cygnets
these illustrious, winged smolts--
stream-drawn,
ocean spawned.
Their wings: give flight? No, not quite;
(though for an eternity they have flown.)
And ever since love, its been known
ever evolving, they are..
yet never fully grown--
The Living water
keeps them stretching, reaching..
yearning, for a wind
that will give their hearts a home,
seed-sown.
yearning, these thirsty ones
