The lark in flight

Day 793, 03:38 Published in USA USA by derdim

The lark in flight

Bewitching, beseeching, beguiling,
I saw the lark in flight.
The flyer went higher
to explore my rapport.

Comforting, clarifying, cloistering.
I heard the bells ring low.
Their peal I feel
are freeing my being.
Undoing, undying, defying.
I felt the warmth of love.
I age, engage,
in spying my dieing.