Monday, June 26, 2006

Waking Up Happy.

He awakes in a feathered grip
And sinks softly through the sky
Till the sunshine melts the fog away
And frees his searching eyes.

Salvation
From drowning
A storm in a teacup
An undeserved pickup

Choppered through driving rain
He awakes in a mighty grasp
A glowing shield to drive away pain
Before he even asked.

Salvation
From destruction
An unchecked razorblade.
Asleep in a forest glade.

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