The Winged Wonder
My winged wonder lights the dark of my night
Dickinson’s came down the walk—led the way
Basho’s went about—sung seasons to flight
Yeats’ golden one flew backward into night
To green-hued times where ancient dreams held sway
My winged wonder lights the dark of my night
Tagore’s bowed to Love—the source of all light
The torch divine where souls may come to pray
Basho’s went about—sung seasons to flight
Mine flew into my cupped young hands that day
They caged his essence keeping him aright
My winged wonder lights the dark of my night
He shivers on my shoulders—does not stray
Perched in my brain, directs my ear and sight
Basho’s went about—sung seasons to flight
At times I sift the chaff and lose my way
He forbids I sing my worst sins outright
My winged wonder lights the dark of my night
Basho’s went about—sung seasons to flight
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