With Wings - The Tear Garden

The crippled soul divides and the scars of years fly away

Like confetti on the desert wind

Phoenix rises — proud young wings reflecting amber

Solitary

Untouchable

Excited, and ready to search for his rose

But the flight lasted so long

And those powerful wings grew weary as he padded through blind alleys

Swooped open-eyed into blind curves

And wasted night after lonely night trying to drink from a mirage

But no distraction could decimate the totality of belief

And his number came up just when the weight of his despair had him pinned to a

rock;

When the feathers of his wings had been shed

And he stood naked before a disapassionate ocean of grey faces

His precious twin.

His rose

Isolde dancing alone, then multiplying, inviting… so many many levels

And the crippled soul unites and prepares for the long journey home