A lone wolf on the shore
Waiting around for your destiny to come true
Your best man, to your estranged bride-groom
Hidden like a child fearing his great bicycle
The one without two wheels
Oh the freedom of flight of those first moments
Realization that you are flying on your own again
For the first time
The honey suckles could compare only with short burst
The chalk on the sidewalk grazed over by rubber
A soul freed
On the shore I can see you and I dive in to rescue
You won’t drown this time
No not this time
We can wait, forever.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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