A family on a sunlit shore
drenched golden in picture-perfect light
Peers out from a yellowed frame
full of needs, hopes and delight
Chivying out trails of angst and fright
I need your wings, need your flight,
need those first rays of day light
To go beyond blue mountain skies
silent strawberry fields
portraits of a crumbling church
and snitch from time's haggard palm
this needless holocaust, this untold remorse
I was alive. I lived.
I was born again. I lived
And on a hundred sunlit shores,
chased those trails of angst and fright
But no photographs ever brought back
your wings for that one last flight
nor will there ever be another first light
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