Sweet Riders of the Wind

Winged fairies of iridescence; shining brilliant, reflecting rainbows....

Winged Fairies of iridescence

Shining brilliance, reflecting rainbows

Upon this Concrete Jungle

How do they heal the tiniest oasis?

How do they find the life in the dust?

Their fluttering & kisses

Are like promises to the heart

A lift then a lurch

To see such fragile beauty

Struggling against the Hot Metal Beasts

Oh, so bent on destruction

These tiny doctors heal the world

And spread such beauty, warmth & cheer

To our cold, sick, broken hearts

A pierce of light in all this darkness

Keepers of the Light

Keepers of the Flame

Kissing health & joy

To that which is ashen and dead

Like magic, blossoms burst

In searing explosions; like fireworks

A silent symphony of color

Oh, sweet treasures from the sky

Riders of the wind

A flap, a beat of tiny wings-

Angels come in all sizes

Messengers, healers of light & love

A true joy to the heart

A flame in the Night.

 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

You have painted a wonderful picture with your words, a definite pleasure to read your poetry.

[Michelle Tarnowski]

Beautiful, just beautiful. Your words paint lovely images in a cold hard world. Well done! Were it polished, could it shine much brighter�.