like things with wings

Hyacinth garden

chilly autumn moonlit beauty

tell me where you fly tonight

transform might into meaning’

darkness becomes invisible

share our common dreams

those dreams of flying

to the tops of mountains

in a struggle to stay aloft

without remorse

gales blow with perforce

of course

the wind, it echoes

hear the silent sound it brings

softly muffled like things with wings

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Fiona Williamson's picture

Very pretty.