These Wings Fell On You

Midnight falls upon this space

and calls forth the silence of this time

The ceiling looks down upon you

It cascades a realm of deep slumber

When the time comes on my need to fulfill your nuture

these hands caress dark skin

Streams of silk water spread across the canvas

Heaven works into place to reveal your true form

Such soft white feathers upon my fingertips

Eyes closed and breathing steady

A rhythm of nature

These Wings Fell On You


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