broken wings,
soft and evergreen,
mended,
with the everlastingness
of the sun’s rays,
dancing yellow, and green, they seem
to heal
from
upside down,
as the pain is turned
inside out, and cleaned throughout…
cascading light,
wishing upon a star
from afar, yet
closer, than realization dawns
as the candle drops,
and, hints…by
speaking in
a language of love
forever kissed, I must admit
your scent lingers
in the air,
fair, as memories
become closer to me
than the breath of you near, and
in this instance,
brokenness becomes
something
altogether witnessed
as love
shines forth, and
we become more,
than you and I
have ever experienced…
Photo by Marc Sendra Martorell on Unsplash
