Wings

Faerie they once were
Soft, blue or maybe purple
A fond memory

Memory questioned
Transference still fascinates
Some best left to lie

‘Were they physical?’
Of course, what else would they be?
Maybe Mobius?

Memory to dream
Dream in color not my own
That is how I know

In dreams I have wings
Even if I cannot fly
These wings lie ready

They are wings of chance
The roiling chaos of luck
Called ‘Mobius Wings’

Is there luck in dreams?
Or can the dreamer change fate?
…Life is but a dream

So, wings unbroken
Kept safe by skilled sleight of hand
Now they can grant flight

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~ by songoflove on February 25, 2017.

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