Poetry

Timing

Wings darken for heavy crimes
him curls around knees
next to a street lamp

Yellow lights flicker
to her arrival
And opening up his wings
she wipes the tears off his cheek

To the garden above the sky
where the greenest trees
and white lilies bow
on her presence

The blacken feathers
adulterate
the mystical pond
its life source of the angel

She falls to the meadow
her body sinking
pale skin dissolving
becoming anew materials scattering away
by the air, by the wind

Water splashing
he rushes to her
kneels down
screaming hysterically
and weeps
rolling tears drop
to his laps

Trees stir and lilies cast down
The time is up for salvation

 

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