(05. July 2006)
Wings unfolding all around me –
I feel their feathers on my skin
And I taste them like the moonlight
Shimmering silver on fine fingers slim.
My name I hear inside my head
Mere a whisper, faint and stark
Arousing what I held inside me
It echoes from the hidden dark.
Dithering I smell the raindrops,
Lost by summer, found by me,
Brushed by swan-wings that, elevating,
Lift me up to where I can see.
This place looks over all that there is –
Souls are whistling thoughts I missed
And a passers-by, a raven
Tells me secrets I’d never craven.
Then suddenly, the wings give cover,
Touch me as one touches a lover,
Give me love as I give in:
There’s nothing sweeter than this sin.
Hours, minutes, seconds passed
In a moment which was vast
And I feel I’ll be abandoned,
But these wings, they hold me stunned.
Running softly through my hair –
I feel fingers that are not there
I turn around, and there is nothing
But a fair feather on the ground.Poem archive