Ailes Minuit
With midnight wings,
I will envelop you.
Show you the comfort
that was meant to be.
The security and safety,
held only for those
within the flock and feather.
Though stained in darkest night,
Cringe not at their warmth.
Let it soothe you now,
as you bare witness
to that which is my story.
A tale of strife
that comforts me alone.
Now you will share my burden,
and yet never feel an once of my weight.
Relax as the darkness consumes you,
and the sanctuary of one stained
without the stars of guidance
will bring about a softness
in this world rarely seen,
amongst the creatures of this world.
So few will understand,
My soul will cringe at your touch,
as you soothe back my feathered wings.
May you pluck from my wings
the feathers that need not your apathy.
Take instead from me the innocence
that creeps among this plumage of midnight
and keep my saving grace solely by your side.
For you are the Key to my salvation,
collect these white feathers and keep me close.
The treasure you may take and keep to your heart,
is what is left of my sanity,
May I pray once, my soul you keep,
and never let me be.
Little can i ask, but you choose
to suffer my quiet wrath
as our embrace will battle on
as our arms and lips entangle amongst their on war.
Let not your tears fall for me,
the only one allowed to cry in my agony
is the sky as it breaks in time
like the very emotions overflowing
and bring forth from these wings of darkest black.
No instead blessed be as your tears
quietly set free, they will be of
happiness from knowing
that you have saved some small part of me.
Break down these walls if you can,
extract what should be,
and let us see now
if you are my savior,
the one meant to set me free.
Can you cleanse these wings,
and show the radiance that once was
the pearly white wings of your angel on earth?
I will envelop you.
Show you the comfort
that was meant to be.
The security and safety,
held only for those
within the flock and feather.
Though stained in darkest night,
Cringe not at their warmth.
Let it soothe you now,
as you bare witness
to that which is my story.
A tale of strife
that comforts me alone.
Now you will share my burden,
and yet never feel an once of my weight.
Relax as the darkness consumes you,
and the sanctuary of one stained
without the stars of guidance
will bring about a softness
in this world rarely seen,
amongst the creatures of this world.
So few will understand,
My soul will cringe at your touch,
as you soothe back my feathered wings.
May you pluck from my wings
the feathers that need not your apathy.
Take instead from me the innocence
that creeps among this plumage of midnight
and keep my saving grace solely by your side.
For you are the Key to my salvation,
collect these white feathers and keep me close.
The treasure you may take and keep to your heart,
is what is left of my sanity,
May I pray once, my soul you keep,
and never let me be.
Little can i ask, but you choose
to suffer my quiet wrath
as our embrace will battle on
as our arms and lips entangle amongst their on war.
Let not your tears fall for me,
the only one allowed to cry in my agony
is the sky as it breaks in time
like the very emotions overflowing
and bring forth from these wings of darkest black.
No instead blessed be as your tears
quietly set free, they will be of
happiness from knowing
that you have saved some small part of me.
Break down these walls if you can,
extract what should be,
and let us see now
if you are my savior,
the one meant to set me free.
Can you cleanse these wings,
and show the radiance that once was
the pearly white wings of your angel on earth?