2004-10-14 - 5:21 p.m.
Two love birds
with clipped wings,
up late one night.
Weaving together
gathered feathers
in anticipation
of flight.
Confronting their insecurities
and acknowledging their fright.
Both commiting
to overcome their apprehension
and their fear of heights.
Secretly,
they worked discretely
by the light of the moon
so no one would discover.
And by morning they vowed
to soar above the clouds
on wings they'd fashioned
for one another.
