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.
Copyright © Joseph Sabido | Year Posted 2011
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