Sentiments of g (5)

I picked up a feather

Like a relic upon me

Head-dress to flight

My wings

Expanded in sky

Below people yelling, forgetting

Yesterday, domme…today

Beautiful women’s eyes with

Galahs spoke blessings

In all tongues, civilizations

Light as a feather fell

Air swirled around me in spell

All beauty beheld

My heart was careless

Wingèd light, as if

I’d picked up a fair feather

From the god of love’s sight

Dropped, by the god of love

Upon the summit so lightly

A feather statue

Domme morrigan

In the suns rays, I saw you