Wings

I am running to you in white
with my long hair flying behind
which riding early summer wind
like angel’s thousand wings
 
Run until sweat drenched my thighs  
and the white gown stuck to my breast lines
Run until my raven hair breaks through  
my portrait frame of this life
that you have sketched for me to dive
I promise to abide
 
You must have known my thoughts  
through the radiating perpetual scent
even though I speak in a foreign accent
You are standing in the hallway of light
so lovely bright with a sunny smile
Your halo brightens the brooding twilight
and you never hide or lie
 
When you open longing arms for my fame
calling Jas. of my nickname
I know I am a falling flame
dropping into the swirl of a loving dam
 
I am growing longing mane
as your wish, my man
up to the length till my hips
for you to kiss from your lips
Running to satisfy your desire  
You will see the waves swaying fire
 
Run, run for your love
by angel’s thousand wings
I am riding early summer wind
till the territory of your dream