On The Wing Comes Morning |
| by Geist |
A million ambassadors of morning
weave and dip; come time, on
haste, spread the wings of life.
I throw open the Window to the sun;
wondrous, answer my questions; I
beckon to you from across the azure field.
Beyond time we stand,
hand in hand together;
Your palm is cool against mine.
To your face my objections denied
melt cool before your fiery gaze
let me die a contented day.
Across the morning I call to you,
Willowy whites float lazily about,
a dream unto a dream is reality.
As I take you by the hand
promise with me that you'll stand
Our eyes to the sky, Our love to the end.
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