What if…
Falling from my skies
crying helplessly through the clouds
till I awake with wings
listening to my thunders as if that was my voice
in a desperate need of mirrors
I met your eyes
and then I became the creature to hold your heart
to hold your life as mine, as my precious secret armor
My hair is caressed by this gentle wind
a breeze of wings shutters my body
the blue sky is sunk in my eyes
beautiful morning with beautiful girl on the shores
waiting for the story to begin
What is that thrill that makes my body tremble?
What is this wind that brings heavenly perfumes?
What is that kiss I felt on my eyes ?
Oh, in an instant, like a blade who cuts deep in flesh,
I felt a total surrender,
I never even saw what quakes my world
and yet I knew,
a feather to his wing is all I ever wish to be
What if he is my angel?
Intriguing and more than a little mysterious.Underlying psychological tropes;with references to becoming awake,standing on the seashore, enliven and also subvert the narrative.
Thank you, Louis Kasatkin! your comment catches the essence of my poem, as usually, I should say!