i watched attentively
to a sky of white angels,
slowly spiraling down
an endless black canvas.
each one intricately woven together;
crossed and sewn by god's fingertips.
their wings were small and laced with gold,
but their hearts slept heavily inside their chest.
porcelain veins filled with glitter; fragile
as the icey cold night. spun with dreams
of mystery and romance. drunk
with champagne eyes.
a silk dress,
the color of the sea, hung over their delicate bodies.
the weight of the world gently
tugging at the hems.