Alis Vulnerata

These are neither wings nor mere ornaments, But burden, a curse-wings not of heaven but of suffering. When the bell tolls I sat by a cloud, Watching you as the wind blow your onyx hair, Oh! A sprite! A flower for the eye! But all I can do is stare and dream, To believe that angels do fall, Down to the moist earth from the heavenly hall. Wings and glory I would give up, Just to be with the one I really love. Even the gates of heaven couldn’t hold me, Nor could they bind me in chains in the clouds. Even platinum ropes would surely break, As I struggle to break free and do whatever it takes. I cried in agony as I pull out my wings, ‘Cause I know somewhere in the future we will be singing; Of songs of intercession and togetherness, Music of love and romantic happiness These all I would do for you: Give up immortality just to be with you Burn my wings just to walk beside you, Fall down from heaven wishing this dream would come true.