Spirit of Wings
Slowly the snow stops
Night sky is revealed,
A blanket covered in dust-like jewels
Too cold to twinkle
Dark trees reach my arms to catch the stars;
White wings move them
In a radiance of night
No crying from my heart--
I am filled with stillness.
It is angel, angel time
If not now then day will come,
Bringing with rapture
The stillness continues;
Filling me with a lighthouse of peace again.
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