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"Silver Wings"
From tender years you took me for granted But still I deign to wander through your lungs
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed, (Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters
flung)
I drew the poison from the summer's sting, And eased the fire out of your fevered skin.
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing; And if you'd let me I would move again.
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair;
Helped form the final words before your death. I've pitied you and plied your sails with
air; Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.
And after all of this I am amazed, That I am cursed far more than I am praised.