Angels In The Mist

A nighttides talk amid this sea of Celestia’s stars
Silver wings trimmed in gold horizons brushing dreams
Wherein only love shall glow her gleam; dropping times pebbles
Into reverberating waters images circling reflections voices these branches…
The lightning strikes a distant chord; their rippling mirrors her refrain and notes
As Autumn’s colours swept into hands gathering love’s petals; heart’s, silent no more.