Skim

Glide,

Oh sorrow

Speak softly of tomorrow

With wings,

My light,

You’ll see it bright

Upon the window’s surfaces

And find, you might,

Your written purposes

Speak loudly, not today

And upon morning’s “hi”,

Fly!

March not, Dear Beauty

Legs will not secure duty

And fail you

Mistake not, your bright purpose,

And skim to your knight slumber

Misery, be gone!

Flight, take on!