Dreams of Wings
air bends against my body
touching willows in the wind
the stream curves below
drifting and then pulls back again
constant movement a weave and thread
shades of white and grey expand
faces inside are tempted and hide
this divine right shines the sense bright
dark sky chanters herald in melodic design
human limitations sleep quietly
perched inside
exposed by an unkind light
wakes truth and departure from flight
joined with fallen others lost in descent
our plea a mere bellow in the darkest midnight
a vision of disappearing sights
leaving alone the moon to it's glow
fallen others before us behold
lighting a land of green with gold
countless stars dismount and bend in honor
stardust falls like snow lighting the road
this noble salute from heaven emulates for evil or good
mesmerized and holding flight as a mystery told
pulling undone this true right of second nature
it is the prize deep inside or the map to a treasure
falling further to find
a world stacked sky high in decline
the dark executioner waiting times unwind
complete with sweets from a demon queen
ruler of vengeance and anger
mere weapons for hire
aimed to rob the earth of color
we fall whispers of a feather seeking prayer
reaching for the key to grace's door
blinded by tales of heavenly desire
and a tricky devil living under the floor
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Copyright © Sheer Terror | Year Posted 2018
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