Above the setting sun I soar,
Dipping and whirling,
An angel coaxing in the night.
I paint the sky with the tips of my wings,
Streaks of red,
Orange smears.
I look behind me,
There is the sea.
Glistening in the last
Golden light.
I delve to reach the waves,
My feet brush the surf,
As it leaps in my wake.
I laugh,
And my call is echoed by many,
As we darken the sky.
One shape,
Dragging a cloak of stars,
And pushing the sun,
Beneath the waves.
The face of the moon
Peering over a dark cloud.
Silently watching,
As the ocean turns
Into a dark abyss.
I swoop and glide,
Back to the shore.
Where I sleep
The night away.
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Depths of the Mind (poetry)
PoetryHi! this is just a collection of little poems that I've either found on my computer or stumbled upon in my deepest daydreams.They're not much but I hope you enjoy them anyway. Give them a go and I will be more than happy! :)
