Wings – Collaboration

Whooshing and whirring,

It’s the clouds dripping onto my feathers,

Seeping into my soul

Warning its hypnotized bliss;

Waxing into creases of a new dawn.

And no more do I need feathers

Or a crown of flowers;

Only my wings suffice.

You frolic like a child,

At the notion of infusing iridescence

Into my bones,

When all I ask for is the candescence

Of embers

Yet, it took not a blink for you

To brim ebony into my hollow bones.

You take flight

A glowing bird of the night

engulfed by

magnificent wings

Soul souring

Drowning is the sky in majestic hues of sapphire

Wings dropping feathers as you dance through the hours

Whooshing and whirring

You

Take flight

Excerpt from the book Fire and Ice

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