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I. to C: You soar on thermals, warm and uplifting, until the tenuous column vanishes and you skim too close to treetops and lakeshores. I have never glimpsed your heights or touched your depths; I only hover on harsh ocean breezes tinged with salt. I dream that you will know the peace of stillness, and that I will remember the rush of motion. II. to T: Cloud nine is not bliss. It's a panorama of raw cream chiffon with an underbelly of curling smoke that blocks our view of the earth below. When we fell through the clouds mist coated our limb tips so all we could feel was the ghost of each other's touch. Blame the wind or the feathers dr

Observe the birds that soar so high Their wings that stir in endless flight Like vibrant sails become aflame And lit below by beacons bright The moon rusts red in darkened skies Absorbs the glow of midnight light A blood moon is too cruel a name Let rest the stars and sleep tonight Oh love, stay here and rest with me Oh love, sleep calm and rest tonight