They’ve got what we want – that secret
fire, that picture-perfect pose and poise
of embered strength. We can’t stop
………….(won’t stop; oh, don’t stop)
coveting their wings; their unfolding.
In case you’ve missed it, they’ve got a
song, a wise untroubled hum that tags
along as they scorch these skies
………….(our hearts, our eyes)
and turn clouds to marshmallow fluff.
It’s not quite enough to hear their roar
or feel their papered shoulders; we must
begin to wish them higher
………….(talon-sharp, limbs of fire)
and know their glowing skin’s our kin.
The battle’s on. They’ve got the song;
we want the song, and it feels wrong
to take what might be ours to steal
………….(to hold, to have, to feel)
without a single sound, and sans a seal.
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 10. This is the one with all the prompts.