WINGS AND LEAVES

Artwork : "Winged Vision" by Josephine Wall

        I used to be a wing... I used to love flying and getting drunk with the heights. A seagull wing boldly flying towards the horizons, adorned by the breeze with little salt pearls... An eagle wing flying always higher above the peaks, towards the sun, to drink its light... A magic wing I used to be for love, for hope and for the wishes of infinite and divinity. I used to be... and only dry leaf, softly sighing under the steps I have been since then, since the night that broke me apart.
        I miss flying, but I can no more, since the autumn leaves fly only once and their flight is falling down. But in the long sleepless nights I tenderly think of the wing I used to be. Has it still been flying, has it still existed since my soul has deserted it?... And if it’s dead, like I am, is it still living at least in a memory?... I will never know... But I know that it misses me too. Because in the moonlightened nights it comes close to relieve my loneliness. It’s there, in the shadow left on the earth by the wing of the stone angel guarding the grave. Because what better guardian than a wing shadow and what better place than a grave shadow could be used to bury the shadow of a secret dream?

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