Wings

Wings

Soft hues shimmer every edge,
Glowing blue in a golden sky,
Reality hides dominion's ledge,
Surreal exists, noticed in a sigh.

Floating upon a warm breeze,
Grace and wonder in all around,
Special hints exist, wish on these,
The sigh of earlier, a closer sound.

Shivering leaves, swirling silver dust,
Dodging each darling , dainty branch,
Flower petals rustle, light rays trust,
Tiny moments vision will not match.

Dusky haired fairy girl, wise little wings,
Flittering, fluttering, weaving, wandering,
She wants and holds onto these things,
Outside, others astir, are pondering.

This is hers and she holds it close,
Careful in protection and her poise,
Little wings once charred, she knows,
Listens intently to hear the noise.

The whisper within, freedom of air,
It’s there, she knows, it does remain,
Brave and delicate, she will dare,
Hope of special things does not wane.

EaS