Wings Poem by Agatha Eliza

In the embrace of night,
our wings are secretly growing
so we can reach up, higher
to borrow a tiny spark,
a reflection of momentarily joy
in a vast sea of stars
in this cosmic spectacle unfolding
before our very eyes...

But all our paths lead
somewhere..our hearts are melt
by this mesmerizing grace
this unbreakable union
of strong, unconditional love
blessed we are, bonewhite fragile
fuelled by hope, thirsty for knowledge
always searching for a place
where in ancient, gilded sarcophagi
wing-giving ideas lie in suspension.