Wings

If I had wings to fly
I'd breathe in deep
and spread them wide
as I leap from the cliff
into the wind
where the seagulls glide.

Crossing this vast land
I glide above cruel mountains
that reach up to stop my flight
with their cold and jagged
snow covered peaks.

And as your day grows slowly light
I'd arrive on worn-out wings
to hold you
in your waking dreams
and feel you soft
and gently warm
in my embrace at last.