Angel Bones

Let me jump.
I'm the angel that never had wings,
Always flying with the silence of the fog.

Gazing in the ceiling of stars,
The clouds are built from the white curtains,
The star shine is flowing with the nightfall's secrets,
Meadows of pillows guard the land we will dream on.

Once alone,
I never knew the sky played music,
or that air glides on soft skin.

Show me your hand.
Feathers will awaken by the scent
of evening dew and extinguished candles.
Tiny window panes are durable to soar out of,
away from towns of eyes and frowns.

Moonlight makes angels dance so freely.