For Amber Poem by Daegal

It seems as though, upon a vivid wing,
Specific fortunes did wend their mottled way
In tumbling credence with a hopeful heart.

By the harmonies of cloudy winds, sing
Sprites and gaudy phantasies, ’neath a day
Which lucidly gleams and does cheerfully dart.

A magic strike which goes mistrusted. A ring
Of dazzling, rolling lure. I wonder and lay
Blissfully awake, clothed in night, and part

My thoughts to think, how humbling would it be
To kiss an Angel who has so ensnared me.