Loves wings

 

Sunlight's drawn sleepily to edged waning moon

Thundering hoofs can be heard

Crisp saddled morning brings tears to the young maiden

Her love is flames who spirit appears

 

Mystically tints each frog moon

Glowing gently in unabridged calm

Unique tailed sunsets

Lost awaiting his longing arm

 

Surrounded in splendor life

She drys her tears by the waterfalls  sadly

On the far edge reigns hidden images of he

Painted in wings of glory, there beautiful tender love story

 

Spirits meet in the ebony wings and dance

Breathtaking captive in endless rivers flowing , soft slowing

She will wait each night for his wings to show

Each dance with forever be there's in mother earths lapis glowing

Reviews

[Lewis Findley]

lovely sis, lovely indeed