This beautiful sun-angel appeared on my kitchen wall in the sunrise a morning a couple of days ago. It was only there for a few of seconds, but it made my day!
Angels dance behind closed eyes
The memory of music spilling
from their light.
The bravery of darkness transitions
when clouds open to let in
the possibility of
a soundless day
to refuge in.
Search for the look in your soul’s hidden eyes
and let the spirit take you into its arms.
If you exist parallelly in this realm,
nothing can do you harm.
I’m on my way inside
the voyage in your eyes.
Wounded by the strength of your doors,
but love will pierce the sky once more.
We are all flightless angels made to live out our lives on the ground.
Many of us spend a lifetime searching for our wings,
not quite comprehending how else to satisfy our inherent instinct
January has been a cold and quiet month filled with musical inspiration, new flavors, and candlelit soirées.
There has been carnelian dawns, empty roads and open seas.
There has been angels and evening birds, frosted forests and sunny lanes.
All in all, it has been a quiet return to loveliness in a world gone quite mad.