the morning dew rests cold on my eyelids.
she arrived with it during the night.
she rode on the shadows of star dust.
i've been waiting here on this cliff
for what seems like an eternity now;
waiting for a lift.
it took her longer than i imagined
to fly here to my lonely precipice.
but now her wings glow and shimmer
in the path of the rising sun.
like a flood of cold breath through my nose;
like a breeze on the surface of a desert's back;
and the wind caressing my face,
she came from the east,
gliding like a fish in star-studded water.
sweet wine dripped from her feathers
as she soared into the drabbness of my eyes.
like morning rays through broken stained glass windows
in abandoned chapels resting on hidden green hills.
there she plucked me, like the strings of a violin;
i became a single wave of sound
and traversed time
as i glided through a sea of colors undesiphered,
surrounded by other frequencied vibrations.
And even together, we were not alone.
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