To My Love

Today
I did not carve angels into the snow
I did not gawk into the night-sky to see a star fly
I did not wish to hear his whisper
but gathered my wings, rising to the air
Soaring in the wind, amidst the Northern lights
A red line across the sky to Southern delights
to blow chips of gold to light his darkened path
to glue back the sparkle in the corner of his eyes
to guide their blue to wave with a dolphin's joy
before landing back on my couch,
to the silent glow of a candle-light, wingless.

Mira M, 13.12.2010