Some nights I wake
from dreams of flight.
I’m trying to find you.
My shoulders ache,
and the sound in my head
is of feathers clawing
at a sky made of stone.
—–
AUDIO FILE:
Wings
Penelope Connor — ink girl poet
Penelope Connor — ink girl poet
Some nights I wake
from dreams of flight.
I’m trying to find you.
My shoulders ache,
and the sound in my head
is of feathers clawing
at a sky made of stone.
—–
AUDIO FILE:
Pen's Ink 
