Twota
07-21-2011, 07:10 PM
I fly skyward,
reaching out to touch
the divine flesh,
I hear the angels'
soothing songs,
and rest my head
on those feather pillows,
while I watch white doves-
the guardians of heaven
hovering in ecstasy,
I smile at the scenery
and take a deep breath,
before I fall back
to where I belong,
on the fabric below,
to rebound again
for another view.
reaching out to touch
the divine flesh,
I hear the angels'
soothing songs,
and rest my head
on those feather pillows,
while I watch white doves-
the guardians of heaven
hovering in ecstasy,
I smile at the scenery
and take a deep breath,
before I fall back
to where I belong,
on the fabric below,
to rebound again
for another view.