Strings,vibrating with the melodic
pulse of angels,an elusive bridge
to the moon that only I could walk on.
I tip toed on the swirling notes,like a
butterfly testing out her new wings
I gained strength as I drank in the icy
moonlight, the chill air brushing a
glowing pink on my cheeks you can't buy
And in this simple,precarious dance,
as I stumbled elegantly upon a new found
audacity,while the music built a path
to the moon,
I believed in that fragile moment that
wings weren't just for birds,but for
anyone whose heart was stitched
together by the strings of angels...