tom@omovax.UUCP (Tom Clodfelter) (01/08/85)
Wyvern Wyvern where art thou that I may ride your Golden wings to the stars, and look down upon the Sky below. A sky turned inside out, Blue and green patched, broken by clouds, Soft and hazey. I go and do what I must. Your wings are so fair, They make the journey so. Your soft magic sooths And yet makes my heart pound. We are a symbiosis. Neither the master or slave. One with each other, whole only in union, in flight. Tom Clodfelter 1981 "Life is hard, and then you die."