~ Wings of Gold ~
Scouring
wings of gold,
Gracing
mysterious cries,
That
ripped the black night,
Tearing
in illusionary parts,
Chunks,
which fell enamored,
Love-glued
to lacy tendrils,
Of
majestic rose and sunlit hues,
Embraced
by an angel’s grace . . .
She
sat quietly in pearl bonnets,
Of
speckled sun-pressed orchids,
A
Heavenly measure of braided,
Silver-tied
rushes,
Within
the pithy splendor.
A
paint-brush feather,
An
elaborate whistle, of silken clarinet sounds,
Lilting
in a song beyond the Gates,
E’en
though she would not lift,
Her
blue eyes to glance upon,
The
honeyed wings,
That
scattered her life,
Into
sweetened touches,
Licking
her fair breast,
Gently,
so calmly, a glaze,
It
was all,
While
the chipped glass majestic red,
A creamy mist of herbs, and spices,
Heaven’s
crystal-clear touch-
Mere
measure-
That
disavowed night,
In
her favor,
Lending
her just a bit,
Of
its petals and scents,
The
hues and delights of Our Father.
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