• Celia Marion


Updated: Apr 17

Ah, to be the spot of sunlight

flashing upon your breast,

to feel the wind pushing

past my sensibilities!

Is it your apparent


which stirs the poem

in my heart?

Is it the ascending flight

of your winged beauty

which uplifts

my soul?


I feel the brilliant soaring

of the gull wheeling

joyfully in the warm sun.

My spirit clings to the flashing feathers,

the more dazzling

because of the depth

of the blue into which they fly.


my body feels not the earth

beneath its feet,

but the rushing air

and sun's heat

and a surging toward a height



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