by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
flutter then float catch updraft
soar dip spin and circle flat
ground seems colors blur from here
closer drifting in wind sheer
blending voice with whispered song
soothe the wire's electric pulse
lie relaxed in white of dream
free and rest in Your eyes gleam
flight surrounded by Your hands
land and flit bounce often as sands
robed and safe in crimson lake
my reflection for Your sake
clean, free, hoping passion's bride
lean and lope more winds to ride
