Above the surface...
2015.10.08 21:17
You see the bird rests on the lake,
the depth tightens underneath,
white naivety, her feathers blaze,
from below the darkness sneaks,
startled angel of divine grace
scared by the waves' dark eddy,
lifts off from the water's surface;
as does the love, in our bright cage,
through realities' borders,
hand in hand we search a calm place
for the fragile bird's soft rest,
freedom! ahead it cleans the pathway,
leads straight ... there is no stronger
than two innocent twin-flames.