Wings [Seraphim Part III]

Wings [Seraphim Part III]

Concealed 'neath a feathered shroud
Enveloped in the wings
A boa fletched, and crafted proud
Stored with unlikely things

With objects viewed impossible,
so difficult to grasp
An image left improbable,
burnt fleeting, free and fast

On retinas, red hot, the brand
The moment she was there
An instance forged, a lifetime planned
In memories laid bare

Coddled with the company,
and pampered with the sun
Such webs cobbed random, sights to see
So wary how they're spun

Too afraid of paper cuts
To sample, shave an edge
Accustomed to such grooves and ruts
To which we blindly pledge

So solemn in the aftermath,
to fears that we swear
Control of self's a selfish path,
to those who give their share

To those who dare to open up,
to live a life, led fast
Who spread their wings and share their cup
… regrets left in their past

As talons clenched, can't grasp such prey,
as tenuous as sand
and wings can't fly with things that weigh
more than an open hand

With open minds and open hearts
Pangs rarely find a home
Inaction sets such souls apart
… in actions we atone

In flight, through nights on blazing wings
Reluctant through the days
Holding back the sorts of things
that should be on display

Like tail feathers fanned out wide
For people, key, that count
With fires burning, stood outside
In increments... amounts

Circles left beyond our grasp
Like lines drawn rough in sand
Stranded, locked behind a clasp
… imaginary bands

With trinkets rich, we can't compare,
we scrabble keeping score
When something's sought so bad it scares
… yet leaves you wanting more

With bone white totems, scrying hard
Bleached feathers, shrouding, white
A soul set free and flying scarred
Soaring through the night

With feathers down and spirits free,
and eyries way up high
She weathers all, inspires me
… she makes me want to fly

Concealed 'neath this feathered shroud
Enveloped in these wings
with boas fletched and crafted proud
... stored with unlikely things