The Company of Men

The Company of Men

I know not class, know not race, know not town, nor religion
I know not politics, know not friend, family nor position
I fly
Over sand, over surf, field, and over mountain

I fly and you can too
When you take my hand
And join the company of men

I respect not time, not place, nor institution
I know no doors, no walls, laws, nor prohibition
I fly
Into fears, into dreams, into hopes, and indecision

I fly and you can too
When you take my hand
And join the company of men

I give you courage, give you hope, give you love
I flow through you, bind through you, and fill you from above
I fly
As the spirit, as the guide, as the power, as the dove

I fly and you can too
When you take my hand
And join the company of men

Flawless

Flawless

His faults were easy to overlook
But somehow, mine were not.
Though he faulted me
for finding him flawless,
I accepted that as well.

A failure in his own estimation,
from a marred vision of self-image
and deprecation
He cannot see why I see him as I do.
The irony is that I don’t,
For love had closed my eyes.

He took himself away from me.
Now unfortunately,
my eyes are forced open.

I see more clearly than I did
when anticipating a future