Winged Whispers

A soft voice from far away
Given to the airs and wind
To the true spirt of wings
Comes to my ears after long

Not knowing they could be heard
Pure thoughts given flight with hope
They would reach the one who hears
The one who seeks them always

Winged fragments of her voiced love
All collected and set free
On high from the lonely perch
From the once shared peacefulness

The white and pale blue morning
Permeated with the longing
With the inner voice calling
To the love waiting afar

Loops around the thread they fly
Thoughts, wishes, caring and dreams
An air-path of short instants
On winds, moved across distance

A web of soul collecting
The longed for light messages
Hearing and treasuring each
Storing their light deep inside

Beneath the red-purple dome
At the top of one column
One filled with truth, hope and love
Shatters silence with winged words