We Grew Wings

There is music 


that is magic,


and elusively,


you waken from your slumber.


That night we sat beneath


the sunset


and danced around the rain and thunder


of our darkest dreams,


we made beauty


and splendid wonder


out of the dusk that lives beneath


our splintered feet,


and we grew wings.

*

There are rainstorms

that are love songs,

and magnetically,

you pull me from my hiding.

That night we sparked the break

of dawn

and wrote our story with the lightning

and electric water springs,

we found hope

and silver linings

out of the emptiness beneath

our splintered feet,

and we grew wings.

*

There are shadows

that are soulmates

and organically

you cast your light upon me.

That night we sat beside

the old gold gates

and set our phantoms free (so fondly)…

we unwrapped their lives of countless strings and

we found love,

we found love beyond our dreams;

and from the streams beneath

our splintered feet,

we grew wings,

yes,

we grew wings.

*

There are winters

that bloom raptures

and poetically,

you soothe my restless yearning.

That night we cultivated seeds from past

disasters,

we lit the world with turning

carousals for kings and queens...

and we made spring

(
for we had captured)

heaven made for human beings, and


we grew wings,

yes,

we grew wings.

*

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨