Soar (Part I)

Winter breeze stings these broken wings With its lingering touch that seems to flow Interlocking somewhere in between a dream and forgotten memory The pendulum's swings begin to slow As reality and fantasy become a gallery Images flutter Not a single word uttered Visions of a life with a purpose Wings that were once luminous and gorgeous Against the soft-touch clouds And fathomless sky Wings that soared and made you proud Ones that remembered how to fly These wings that knew no bounds Are now but a series of tormented agony...