“One winged angel,
One winged man,
Who broke your wing?
Who hurt your arm?”
asked the girl,
“My wing was made of wax,
but I flew close to the sun”
said the man,
“Let me kiss your wounds,
Let me heal you…”
she whispered,
“Who could love me ?
I am neither an angel
nor a man,
I was torn by the rage of the Sun,
I am the fallen high flyer,
I cannot fly anymore,
I shall fly nevermore,
Men envy me,
Angels despise me,
So I am alone and lost…”
said the man
And the girl dropped
to the ground, her silver dress
revealing a wing
upon her pale skin,
“Once I was an angel
painting rainbows
with my crystal wings,
as I flew
the light caressed me,
but men envied me
and broke my wing
to make crystal prisms,
but they couldn’t steal
my rainbows,
nor the light inside me…
I cannot fly anymore,
but we can fly embraced”
said the girl,
Now, his wing was made of stars
and her wing was made of roses
and with a gentle breeze
they lifted to the sky,
one thousand petals danced
around them,
silk petals embraced
with stardust rain,
red and gold dancers
in God’s choreography,
all the world was a carousel
spinning around them
as they flew embraced,
but there was no world
but the world in his eyes.
