birthday present

A Poem By Kuna

A wonderful person and dear friend wrote this as a birthday present in August and I felt it deserved to be shared.

With wheeling wings and wondering eyes,
Holding tight yet still surprised,
Each movement thus, crossed and lied,
For once and twice and again truth denied.

And reaching hearts, reaching minds,
The words that tumble, “I’m yet fine,”
And thus the work is returned in kind,
Something missing, a paper signed.

And one day promises you’ll soar again,
The missing wings will be missing mend,
But for now, your work on journeys send,
And daydreams will lead you to a friend.