Higher

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Secular Poetry

Fly me over

My yesterdays

Memories moving, writhing within-

Taking me higher.



Hearken to the sweetest song

Filling the silent void

Spreading golden, glistening wings-

Take me higher.



Let the moonrise soothe my soul

Silencing this aching heart

Soaring high above this wretched darkness-

Taking me ever higher.

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~written 2/23/05

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Beautifully sad poem.