*Wings*
From the cradle of poetry
from one winter to another
the long winding path have shown its golden thread
The empire of an inaccessible love
A distant fragrance
a gleam of sweet-scented pleasure
Inhale it once and your soul is poisoned for life
craving more drops of that blood
to still the hunger
for survival
for life
A desire to drink from that cup
to find a reason to live
while the whole body shivers
in need of a shelter
a protection from the freezing night
in a shape of wings
giving warmth with their gentle embrace
offering the serenity on the way ahead
on the journey into the arms
of tomorrow
***
© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
Shared for Poets Rally
and Sunday Scribblings
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There are angels, and…angels 🙂
But of course, I see what you mean. Thank you very much for your visit Martin
A very beautiful poem! Unfortunately angels have the tendency to unfold their sheltering wings and to fly away …
“A distant fragrance
a gleam of sweet-scented pleasure
Inhale it once and your soul is poisoned for life”
How true and striking this is.
as if peering over to the other side…
Ah ! this was one of the best post i read today ..
Loved it totally .. gives my wings a push in the right direction 😉
Glad you liked it ladynimue! Thank you very much for your kind comment
My wings were broken a long time ago … they healed, but now I’m only flying low … which is not so bad … once you get used to it 🙂 Love, cat.
That’s sad Cat, but as you said good that they can be used even for the lower flights 🙂 I know what you mean…Well, they’ll maybe get stronger with time… 🙂
Why are we so jealous of wings? How we wish for them feeling that in their possession we can break free from our earthbound burdensome lives and achieve a life of wonder and delight. A beautifully expressed poem.
…break free from our burdensome lives….beautifully said and so true…thank you so much for stopping by Old Egg
This is impressive love. This is why I subscribe to your writings.
This is the stuff of Kindred Spirits.
Thanks Sam, I’m really flattered 🙂