There is knowing
Listen
Between call and answer
shadow and light
thought and feeling
An unfurling tension
of new wet wings
caught wanting
as the wind tugs upward
Gossamer sails on the sun
You are no Icarus
to build doomed wings
of waxed pride
The fallen weight of desperation
No, you have long slept
in Psyche's cocoon
Dreaming spun earth
such tender tendrils
transforming beneath the skin
It is time, dear one
Open your eyes
Let the rush of breath lift you airbourne
These flutterings are just the beginning
The providence of your gifts
You know
You have heard the call
Each beat matters
Each precious breath
Time to soar