Tossing, turning, drinking. Only to wake, on the phone, speaking slowly. I'm half at the end, half I'm only beginning to begin. Songbirds, blue skies, stars in dark nights. I hear the sound of angels in flight. Rushing, moving, sweeping. Hearing the wings inside the wind.
Fly! The wings are strong. Song! Come on, come on again.
Again I'm only half of something. It's been a game of all or nothing, And nothing isn't good enough to feel like landing in. But I hear it come through the doorway. Am I dreaming, early morning? Moving, floating, softly landing. Wings above my bed.
released November 25, 2010
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