Wings of an Angel
Strands of her hair fly into her eyes
as forceful winds of summer
batter a shoreline
it appears she is crying
deep in thought – thin hands
shield her from sand – flying.
On a calm day she walks as if
she had the wings of an angel
not tears, but mist on her face
as she faces the sea
a gust of wind cleans her mind
forgetting yesterday – images
left behind.
A blinding wind pushes her
back, shells rip apart her feet
she bleeds –
she hears the flapping of a
sea gull – above her
fighting it’s own war with
nature.
Waves have built castles in
sand –
she is pushed by the wind
toward the warmth of the sun –
still – at peace in moonlight –
her feet identify grains of sand –
her lips identify salt, its’ taste
on her lips –
she feels stones and rocks
imagining – someone kissing
her, knowing the ocean –
she understands love –
if she remains an angel
along the shore
love will never be taken by
the wind.
Very nice Nancy and moving it captures the Heart
Thanks Walter, I tried to make her dance along the shore, even while fighting with a past, she still sees love in her day. Glad you stopped in. Nancy