a_moment's_pass Dafremen R. Dafremen What tethers us to you old ground? What strings or magnets make your tricks? A feeling bids that I should fly My dreams equipped with eagle's wings Sit anchored here upon your soil Sit left to spoil in crumbly mud My dearest wishes straining At your harnesses' stiff grip Let me fly and away Leave me soar to tip my wings A sunset orange reddy glow The night sky's inky velvet black And colored sunrise gray azure Feel winds caress them front and back Grant me just a moment's pass Lend me but a brief reprieve From flat-footed wandering Dust stirring stumblings Here upon your loamy breast Leave me wish upon a chance Trust that in my skyward dance I shall not soon forget your grace I will not stray far from the path That leads me back into your grasp A bird that lights on sturdy branch To fold and stow my weary wings To hold and know not dreary things But fondest thoughts of thee. ( from FARMFISH_MEETS_DAFREMEN ) 021126 what's it to you? who go blather from