Shadow Wings (poem)
Shadow Wings Dress me in shadow wings Flesh blends to one race of night and void. But the shadows orchestrate the sun, Thinking of the warmth and newness of the day below galaxies of spiraling stars Riding the amplitudes of darkness, each bursting bubble an infrequent upsurge of glamorous spells Untenable and beyond comprehension.Dress me in Shadow wings Like a dragonfly who cannot produce fire Colors scintillating into the ether Weaved and flossed Moon reflections reflecting. Nothing soothes the night.
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