Feather to Fly (Towards the Light 1)

 Take my hand,
Lead me through the night,
sew my fingers to yours,
lace them tight.

Poke my eyes
them sharper to see,
Cut me diamonds from the
the debris.

Ace my soul;
a missile making,
wallow me in your love
breath-taking.

Punch my ribs
my spirit to start;
wriggle through my breastbone
to my heart.

Feather me,
me better to fly;
grip me wholly – fling me
to the sky.

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