POETRY | MY WINGS

I am falling

the kind that feels like flying

I stand in the limbo

while you shine above

and await beneath—

both hands reaching

you are smiling;

you are laughing..

 

I am in awe

stuck amidst these cloudbanks

mirrors upon mirrors of your face

I can’t help but stare

until it cracked open—

ethereal feathers appeared;

right side is black

the left one is white..

You are both my salvation

and my destruction

 

Your eyes illuminate my soul—

You are my hearth;

you serve me warmth

As spring begins,

you lend me your wings..

 

Together we fly

and touch the sky—

 

This is me falling

You make it feel like flying

Soaring high beyond—

destroying ball and chains;

we are AWAKE.


MARK 5:36

vienna wp


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