Poetry

Hiding within the feathers of an angels wing
My love waits, shy to the world
Content to fly, never wanting to stay
Until I met you

I have traded immortality for your kiss
A mortal kiss soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow,
Leaving me with no fear
My sacrifice to love,

But love is a feast
And illusions dance in its shadow
And temptation has a price
For my angel danced with destiny
Now I stand on the precipice alone
An outcast from heaven
With broken wings that can fly no more

my dreams lay in the
salt Of a billion tears
This burden is mine to carry
To slow my walk through The Valley of death
.
For love is my cross
But it is a thing of beauty to show God
And perhaps within my suffering
He will understand
That love and loss is the price
We angels pay for
Living a mortal life.