POETICALLY NAKED

WINGS

Wings

down below the edge of time,

soot and ashes washed off with words and ryhme.

he holds the sword between his wings,

his heart his soul protector of kings.

spread wide cross the sky,

he's power a present stepping off to fly.

unseen to the human eye,

he seeks the truth not the lie.

a black feather falls,

he stops he's stalls.

looking to where it fell,

I pick it up but where it came I can't tell.

I look up while he looks down,

and down below I'm found.

he wraps his wings around my heart,

and forever I know he's my missing part.

never touching never knowing but always known,

him and me and his coal black wings are forever alone.

By

D. J. Rucker

April 24th 2013

2:05 AM