Midnight falls upon this space
and calls forth the silence of this time
The ceiling looks down upon you
It cascades a realm of deep slumber
When the time comes on my need to fulfill your nuture
these hands caress dark skin
Streams of silk water spread across the canvas
Heaven works into place to reveal your true form
Such soft white feathers upon my fingertips
Eyes closed and breathing steady
A rhythm of nature
These Wings Fell On You