His thoughts And prayers
were broken-winged she thought, meaningless things
never soaring sometimes boring, never driving
far to the stars, where she longed to go,
but earth-tethered unfeathered, she remained
he stayed, staid, while she longed for blazing rays,
only in night’s dreamscape wandering high to dance together in the sky
A contrapuntal poem for dVerse, where Paul is tending the bar. My poem is three separate poems.