Opalescent wings unfurl, gathering amber toned twilight in a liquid crystal embrace. A dust of stars emerges, peering down at the dreams of mortals from a divine perch of downy energy. The silver crescent of night ascends the mountains stair, settling into serenity at his majesties crown. Finding herself but a modest jewel she blushes honey there, no longer a goddess but an angel in the vast army of the heavens.
Cloaked in his nightly splendor now he watches, God of Gods, his earth bound children, pouring infinite love from eyes of northern lights. Above all else he sees them, sprinkled upon the earth before him, their rainbow presence marks them heirs to a legacy greater than they will ever know before they depart from this world of three dimensions and five senses. Pure beings. Angels trapped in prisons of flesh. Most will fly home all to soon, unable to comprehend the demonic beast named humanity.
Lovers of nature, messengers to a race that wont listen, cant listen, newborns whose first words are songs to God.
Moments before their light fades, before breath parts with lips all to willing to be parted with, you can see a question burning deep within the souls of their eyes. The question of why. Why cant they see we are bound to each other? That we are one another? Why do they continue on in pain?
Eyes laced in tears flutter softly, closed. Last catching glimpse of a shooting star, a prismatic rainbow, heaven bound.
Make a wish..