Wings

Wings surging across the night sky
visit you peacefully, visit you powerfully,
bring you a vivid hope, carry the moment on –
making a clean break from a torn mind.

Wings raging across the blind day
visit you dangerously, visit you desperately,
bring you a tortured hope, stop all the seconds there –
tangled impossibly in a torn mind.

Wings sailing down the dark air
come to you laughingly, come to you lovingly,
bring you a blessèd hope, unfold the future now –
growing to the kindness of a whole mind.