In Feathers
Weightless, our names are written in sky.
Invisible, love inhabits the clouds
—an arrangement of notes played over velvet laid mountains.
As uncommon words are dreamed into playful worlds becoming eternity's more subtle plans.
Unknowingly, our lives intertwine in loops and mazes, lost in incrystal configurations.
Where does a soul silently sleep? If it can be called alone, somewhere else in memory.
The night is an infinite diamond.
And you are the chrysalis in formation.
Dressed in only naked feathers.
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