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Gossamer Wings

Tickling the tapestry of my mind  
I now seek outside myself for the  
intricately woven gold of the poets that be  
 
who spin magic from straw
giving me, an out of body experience
and a moments reprieve
from the demons that possess me

where everything that is beautiful
hangs heavy with dew and meaning

i've found myself left wanting  
when trying to produce
a wealth of life giving words
just seem to lack content

swimming in darkness  
I reach now to the constellations  
swooping a handful of stars  
 
bedecking your heads  
as the angles you are  
you keep me breathing when I want to fall  
 
cause my mind to spin  
with the gossamer wings of angels  
you brush across the page  
 
you deliver me from evil  
sweet song birds  
who have landed on my shoulder  
 
into my soul and heart  
refreshing my being  
delivering me hope  
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 29th Dec 2012
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