Under the shelter of his own wings
he found quiet joy.
A solitude of buffered layers
with the lightness of a thousand whispers
and the strength of pure kindness,
he closed his eyes and dreamt.
he heard the music of lilting voices
from between the wings of a dove.
And then, just at dawn,
there, upon his wings
shone white and gold;
glinting through the spaces
and creating columns of light
in the darkness.
In another moment,
His wings opened and spread into the light.
They took him higher and higher;
higher than his hopes,
His wings stretched and strained
to absorb all the light.
He could feel the glow of the warmth
flowing through him.
His freedom took him
And then, he opened his eyes
and…he found love.