05.19.06
Sky Temple
Our wings have not been taken from us. They are there, sprouting from our backs, invisible to all but those who are one with the sky. They reflect our soul. The innocent have night wings, with feathers darker than the black swan's. The free-spirited wear a rainbow of colors, a joyous multitude of patterns running through their wings like a cascade of butterflies. The ancient have powerful, full grown wings, reaching out like those of an albatross, while the newborn souls still bear the fluffy plumage of young sparrows. Some are faded, almost forgotten; others shine like the sunlight, shedding their wonder to the world beyond the darkness. There are some which flap constantly, almost nervously; others move slowly, the heart of the world on each beat.
We are winged beings. Our wings have never been cut, and never will. Unless we choose to. Our minds have forgotten how to fly, but our souls never forget.
Ma'K said,
May 20, 2006 at 3:16 am
Erk, stop being such a pretty writer Dx Or I’ll have to fly ’round the globe to break your fingers.
~Ma’K
Anne White said,
May 20, 2006 at 3:20 am
Errr. I wrote that at midnight, on a cellphone, while I was supposed to be asleep xD
And don’t you dare, Ma’k. Poor little Dancer’s fingers are enough. I’ll keep mine intact, thank you.
Thanks for the comment ^^