His wings...

His wings…

veils of dusk and snow
are being blown across the lowland
and all colours seem to vanish, fade or blur…
the murrey leaves are turning white
and from a whirl of silver clouds he watches her…
his little girl, so small and fragile
in the winterworld below…

his wings embrace her bashful body
and his spirit makes her know she’s not alone…
he sings the poetry he used to softly
whisper in her ear, the tender melodies
that eased her inner pain, her silent fear…

and see, she lifts her fairy face
to look aloft into the night…
to find his aura twixt Zavaijah
and the galaxies he took her to
oh, long before he died and left
the circle of their cherished golden light…

veils of dusk and snow
are slowly dressing her in memories
in comforting nuances of the ages
they have shared and travelled through…
and they are dancing on the moss
of ancient woods…glancing at the blossoms
of their Aprils and the blue

caressing water of their tropical lagoons…
his feathers paint for her the sweetness
of their endless afternoons…
and then she smiles…
their crystal ship sails round the warm isles
of the past…as he assures her, reassures her
gently telling her their love was meant to last…

Najade
© Drs. Rikki Keller
Sunday November 23 2008

His wings...

Rikki

Mijnsheerenland, Netherlands

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Spirituality…

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