Sweet Wings

At night ...

... right in the middle.

Timeless.

Bodiless, I lean against the wall.

I will shed my body ...

& feel ...

... elated.

With sweet wings ...

Free-floating ...

... waft.

Either free ...

Or permanently on the floor.

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Published on Friday, February 1, 2013. Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"

Poem 2 - Book 5 of 15 - Nights ... - Chapter 1 - All colors will agree in the dark. -

Comments on "Sweet Wings"

A former member wrote: a risk. fly or crumble... this is sweet with longing and a small dewy clinging hope.
On Saturday, February 23, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Your comments and efforts award me sweet wings ... :)