EclipseOfTheMoon

From the Pocket of a Dream

*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

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11 comments on “*Wings*

  1. eclipseofthemoon
    March 31, 2011

    There are angels, and…angels 🙂
    But of course, I see what you mean. Thank you very much for your visit Martin

  2. Martin
    March 31, 2011

    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.

  3. ms pie
    March 29, 2011

    as if peering over to the other side…

  4. ladynimue
    March 29, 2011

    Ah ! this was one of the best post i read today ..
    Loved it totally .. gives my wings a push in the right direction 😉

    • eclipseofthemoon
      March 29, 2011

      Glad you liked it ladynimue! Thank you very much for your kind comment

  5. cat
    March 28, 2011

    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.

    • eclipseofthemoon
      March 29, 2011

      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… 🙂

  6. Old Egg
    March 28, 2011

    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.

    • eclipseofthemoon
      March 28, 2011

      …break free from our burdensome lives….beautifully said and so true…thank you so much for stopping by Old Egg

  7. Sam373
    March 28, 2011

    This is impressive love. This is why I subscribe to your writings.
    This is the stuff of Kindred Spirits.

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