wings

a cry a wisper a mummer,

beating heart fast then slow, then fast then slow,
shhhh, child revel in who you where who you are,, who you will become
defeat is sometimes beautiful always pure of heart, always knowing....
know now that what to come is good.... faint but good
like the quiet sound of a birds wings always strong but... you cant feel, hear or see it until.... it arives.
the rush the flash the freedom.
oh the dance of rising above and hearing your own singing voice.... the one you ignored....... the one that seems sometimes the quietest..
rest your weary wings dear bird you have to save your strength for your time.....
your time to rise above dark clouds and not falter not be unwavering, for you dear faint song bird will be heard..... and always will be loved.