No sound at all
it is darker here
and chill is holding me in its grasp
almost never to let go of me.
Where am I?
And where is that place
where I once was
somewhere between then and now?
How will I know?
I am frightened
I did not know that I could feel this way,
but when I see now
how my wings are broken...
Was I not perfect then
in my eternal longing
what I perhaps can never be?
Utter loneliness is overtaking me
still no sound is heard
only my heart beating.
I feel my spirit leaving me
that immaculate reflection of you,
while whispering my sacred vow.
My form is dissolving
in this dark sanctuary around me,
but then I can hear your voice - at last...
"Even angels have to run their course,
for sacredness is in your wings
but your essential flight
is the solitary one."