take my hand and climb with me…

ninety five degrees: ‘across the endless wilderness…’

To Be By Your Side ~ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

ninety five

Woken, by rain. Earth, verdant and fresh. For adventure. Max and I, set off. Quest for, a feather. Blue crane, plume. And fig trees. In a choir, of oaks. We find, magnificent pinions. And down, strewn. Great bird, of prey. Preyed, upon. By what? Solemn, collection. Til hands hold, pieces. Broken, flight. I walk home, an avion bride. With a bouquet, of feathers. To meet, as light fades. Masculine guide, flying hawk. Encircling us, with his seal.


And I know just one thing, love comes on a wing…

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