Angels Wings

She stood at the edge of the housee, the witness to the light shining across the river to the field.  She saw the young woman, felt her dawning recognition, the rememberance of that which was forgotten.  She smiled then, a smile of immense warmth that practically glowed with yellow and orange hues such as the sun.  She put down her pen, still in hand from when she had exited the house to be the witness.

Closing her eyes, a song of angelic hymn whispered from her lips, she opened her arms wide, stretching with her mind to reach the girl across the stream, her guest and friend even though neither of them had ever spoken or done more than hold each others hands.  She slowly, meticulously unlocked the padlock the container behind it holding her most prized possession…her heart.  From within she began to glow and merge with the starlight that the Goddess vision above her had all around her.  Her song became whispered all around her as others recognized her song.  Building momentum, gaining speed her glow began to weave its way to it’s intended recipient who stood transfixed as the mirror image of her true self began to take root.  LIke a thousand shimmering butterflies, her silvery light, the etheric bond that would continue to bind them reached her and gently, lovingly stroked her shoulder bare against the cool night breeze.  It was the touch of an angel, and would remain etched forever in the woman’s darkest hours, as the reminder that no matter what; she was never alone.

She pulled her arms back into her chest, hugging herself on one side of the stream, hugging the woman across the way whos tears slipped from her eyes with silver drops.  And there she stood, the connection profound even to her…

In time, when reality claimed the woman as reality so often does, she lowered her arms and though the woman could not see her face, she smiled at her.  And as a final act of witness, she watched the energy of the spirit inside this woman whose heart bore such deep scars, shoot into the night sky in a display of magnificent proportions.  It nearly took her breath away. 

She sent her love to her, and whispered to her mind of all the things that her darkness would never take away.  And she swore as she did the moment she opened her heart to her, that she would always be safe…

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For feather, you were not alone that night, you were not alone in darkness so long ago, and you are not alone now. 

With tremdous love for my little flower…

Dominant Muse

~ by Dominant Muse on April 24, 2008.