Chime the winds Dangled with treasures— Glass gems, sunken love-letters. Now sing, these wings Plucked from the sea, And fly their dreams through me,
Through Dawn’s break —kissed awake— Blushing her refrain, Through heartbeats And city streets Slicked with rain, Through sidewalk stories —the faded glories— Of shipwrecked men.
Angels fallen Falling Into me.
-------Not sure this poem is done but I felt like sharing it anyway. It began with an entirely different intent....
