On Silken Wings

An angel, she floats,
Her silken wings stretch down
To flutter with the breeze.
Dancing within a kaleidoscope of light,
She is flanked by a spirit, a raven, a dream.
Below her, a beast of many eyes
Devours her movements
Cast off with such wondrous abandon,
Bringing warmth to the winter night.

Copyright 1998, Martin Hackett