On A Flight Of The Divine Poem by Ayni Poet

Above Gaea's silver face,
On a belt of fleecy clouds,
A wing sits and weeps all day long,
Lost in the story of life.

Agonizing in mind's distortions,
Its tears fall heavier and heavier
Sprinkling despair over the sky's breath,
Refusing the Sun's ebullient embrace.

"Put me back down, friend",
"I cannot fly", it utters in the wind's ears,
"Lift was my only burning desire,
But skin and drag belong on that squalid ground".

The wind smiles and pauses for a second,
Opens its ever young powerful lips and blows
A sweeping kiss with love and tenderness
Leaving together,
On a flight of the divine.