She emerged winged-foot from the sky
Like an angel in Apollo’s shadow
Fathers from the heavens fingers
Announce with thunderbolts and lightning
Messages drift above to form shapes
In different layers of colored clouds
Lands on a mountain cap with harp
Notes cut like ribbons to reveal
Distance between the long still islands
In the stoke of beating heart and rhythm
Held my hand like feathers falling
Fell through her like warmth reclaimed
Up ahead rotating pastures play
Scenes of tall castles golden shine
Strong winds unfold the darkness away
Where loneliness once walked freely
Transforms into along with her eyes
Only sunshine regardless of the hour
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