How many verbal letters have I sent upon angels’ wings?
seemingly too many,
yet never quite enough
Tongue twisted writ, such script sublime
despair unanswered,
daunting tick of time
Relenting now, to mountain-less faith
prayers thud instead of soar
Again I find myself tested and weary,
as so many times before
Somehow this time seems different
the sameness of it all,
has caused such a vast difference
I try and stand upon the mountain peak
all I do is gasp for breath
such dizziness encouraging the plummet
My words, they flutter
one day again they may soar
I stand upon the precipice, my hand outstretched
What now?
- J.G.Smith (09/26/05)
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