On Angel's Wings

glistening, flowing, shining thru brilliant colors running down to the angel's wings starts the movement, soft and smooth up and down, air arise beautiful wonders has taken to the skies I stand there gazing up to see wondering if I really see what I really see I feel the warmth of her wings just a thought of her twinkling being or a restless imagination of me? no! a revelation of Jesus'presenting...being that he is real that at his will that angel's will let us feel the softness of their wings