I spread these wings across the world.
In cold and isolated splendor
The silent wind tears me softly, slowly.
Leaving me senseless.
I stand upon the edge of nothing.
Darkness at my feet.
Flight of lone silent soul, waiting.
While in the dark she calls.
Bereft of feeling, a loss of sensation.
Why doesn’t this simply fade . . .
Walls of isolation blown away like mist.
Before ever you knew I saw you.
Nothing left there to wrap self in.
Rage has paled before you.
Gone with the simplest gentle touch.
Just want to fade away.
Yet Love remains the constant
As I am standing in the rain.
Gently bathed again and over
Sheltered in the pain.
Banfiadh copyright 11/13