Angel's In the Mist

A nighttides talk amid this sea of Celestia's stars.... Silver wings trimmed in gold horizons brushing dreams Wherein only love shall glow her gleam; dropping times pebbles Into reverberating waters images circling reflections voices these branches The lightning strikes a distant chord; their rippling mirrors her refrain and, notes As Autumn's colours swept unto hands gathering, love's petals; heart's, silent no more.