Wandering, half asleep
The woods are cool and dark
yet welcoming they call to me, pull at me
Tear at the strings that form my soul
In essence all I am, or will be
Wanting something, something more
Just around the bend
I feel it, I need it, it tears at me
All the burning fires and churning rhythms
deep inside my very core
And then I see a trail of blood
Winding through the fallen leaves
Glistening on the lower branches
Shining in the moonlight falling
Gently on the shadowed floor
I follow it carefully, cautiously creeping
But my heart races, and my breath quickens
and my body can only struggle to match
their yearning and pulling discord
So I move through the darkness, quicker each step
And I see mid the layers of mossy green growing
Broken and battered
A man, no, an angel, a featherless angel
Bleeding dark pools from his torn apart wings
I take him up slowly, pick him up gently
Hold him to my chest, hear his heart beating
He’s lost both his wings
But if he’ll let me, perhaps he’ll want to
I’ll share with him mine

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