The Wings...

I once had...
two wings!
Two wings
that did exist, like two sidereal bases
of the Blue.
two wings
with all the miracles of life itself,
of death, and of illusion.
Two wings
flashing
like flying sails of some bright star in flight;
two wings
like two firmaments
with storms, 
and calms,
and stars.

Do you remember the glory of my wings?
the golden harmony
of their rhythm, their ineffable
bright colours saturated with all the treasures
of the rainbow---but a new rainbow,
and dazzling, and divine---
so that the Future's perfect eyes
(eyes that can see all light)
will worship...
the flight.

The fiery, ravenous, singular flight,
that for so long twisted the heavens,
woke up suns and meteors and storms,
shedding brilliance and fullness
onto lightning and the stars; with enough 
heat and shade for all the World-
Enough,
even,
to hatch the idea of the
"Beyond".

One day,
when I lay strangely exhausted,
on the earth,
I fell asleep in the forest's deep carpet...
I dreamed...divine things!
I thought a smile of yours awakened me...
I did not feel my wings!...
My wings?...

I saw them ,melt away---
between my arms...
exactly as if they were thawing!