With Fettered wings- we fly
ever upward to the sky-
uplifting gales rise and fall
triumph and tragedy...accepting all.
Crescent moon or gleaming dawn-
a Serenpidipitous journey we embark upon.
Amid the shoreline are cast our telltale paces-
of countless missteps and unvictored races.
Soon forgiving waves
shall cleanse our blemished sand-
The cruel past forgotten as you clutch my hand!
Come with me to far away.....


Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

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