Gracious Wings Bring All Kinds of Things
The dreampt sky took to the horizon like fall leaves covering the iced over ground.
Pure as ever I sit and read your letter sent by wings from all over.
The slenderness of your words and a wonderous chill down the spine of my
back.
Flutters from under sounded deep beneath me,
A gaze of a wolf tracking its pry suddenly startled by the awaking of the ground,
running off.
Wings of all sorts of color covered scents elapsed the dream like a front page
cover.
The rainbow colors sent sparks high into the glazed look sky,
Just sitting as everything spins.
Wings approached me again friendly, yet ready to strike as it came to a s top on
my hand.
My hands held open as a rosefelt pricked my fingers.
A peice of paper had fallen, yet the wings had already parted for home...
A tear stained the surface of my face as it turned pale;
Curious to know if you were really here.
My hand got moist... blood seemed to drip from the rose and soon from my eyes.
I had felt the joy of both gifts in a mere dream.
Awoken by flutters at my front door, I too for to become a full set of wings.
Copyright © Brittany Morrison | Year Posted 2007
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