Gossamer Wings

Gossamer wings with a velvet touch
A slip of a faerie in my sleep
Silken umber curls draping across my chest.
Where have come from
Flying in from the night?

Sadness drifts away
With the waning moon
Knowing more than you should
Knowing less than you need
You leave
Love and doubt in your wake.

Comments

  1. I read this last night - and had to think on it. It's really beautiful (sorry can't come up with a more descriptive word)

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