Empty eyes in frozen time
Silence amidst emptiness of sky
Firm hands locked in mine
-they are cold
As we glide over the wind of heavens
wanderer of air indeed...
-but are ye free?
Your reflection in my eyes
against the glow of fading moon
Soft.
Tender.
Scary without a voice.
I feel your emptiness
This is it..
-The verge
I cradle doubt
In every struggle of wings
Is this the last fly
The last night in sky
Is this how heavens say goodbye
Now,
I have but this feather
Fragment of that Angel's wings...