Catalyst

I can see them growing
These feathers so white and gold
They shine like your eyes do now
You can taste the sun on your back
And the wind in your face
You fly free
You’ve tasted what it means to be
Call me the catapult of
A beauty you once dreamt of
Helped you to believe in the possibility
And I watch you from this distance
Another way for me
To step back and see
New beauty
If nothing else
I’ve enjoyed the chance to witness
Murder’s motives of innocence
These doors now opened
These wings now stretched out wide
This catalyst a witness to
This beauty you’ve grown into
Now never look back
Never apologize
Fly, fly away
It’s ok
Away from me

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

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