Thoughts of Wings in my Wandering by Myrtle Thomas

 

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Thoughts of Wings in my Wandering

some days I find myself with wings

strong and silent they carry me away

to a quiet place with room to dream

I hold these wings tightly

without chains or reins.

I'm alone with myself listening to the dreams

these visitations come around on their own

I tilt my head to hear how quiet time is, in its -

loneliness and the beauty that sits on the clouds

my head feels alive in the soft wind.

there are hours when my lips are silent

my eyes wander away with daylight and stars

a ocean of lamps with eternal flames

flicker as they dance in the heavens like waves

I shiver in the beauty held by the moonlight.

lying on a bed of emerald moss I listen to the silence

a church without a steeple or an altar -

birds hiding their faces behind wings and songs

each gives of itself - faith, hope, and love

a rest for my brain and a sense of awareness.

© Myrtle Thomas

Myrtle Thomas

Myrtle Thomas lives in America and is retired from a large manufacturing company. She has been published in several poetry journals and magazines, and she is a member of ALLpoetry.com, with the pen name Bluebird74. Myrtle self-published four poetry books and also has a new chapbook on Amazon (In My Land of Dreams). She uses poetry as medicine to heal past wounds; poetry has been a companion to her for over thirty years.

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