On Wings
Gently, the wind ripples my pellucid wings as I silently soar
I fly alone, always alone
Mockingbirds lulling ancestral melodies of impending slumber
Their reverie is not for me, never for me
A menagerie of images infuse my senses with immense, intense gratitude
Gliding abreast the frangipani scented winds, beholden to the creator
O’er fields ~ luscious waves of sun stroked, vermilion painted fauna
Swaying, in perfect rhythm, to the whispers of the warm breezes
The surreal beauty of twilight tints the stratus with strokes of love
I climb the winds then, to heavenly heights … imbued with earthly sensations.
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January 7, 2018
Written for Contest: 10 Words and 10 Lines Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Copyright © Judith S | Year Posted 2018
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