Lifted by wings
light as air
down a worn path
hidden in
a shroud of trees.
Patches of bright
yellow sunlight appear
in the darkness,
filling the air
with a warmth as
old as time.
The touch of it
a mere whisper
against callused
skin.
Wings carry too far
and too close
in one instant.
Uncomfortable
and
comforted.
Together
and
apart.
