placed in wings.

i stop gazing at the moon,
and see dances in the concrete.
deep in a utopia,
i draw my last breath to look at the stars on your face,
to take my heart and place it in a
lightly woven silked sheet.
for it to caress the delicate wings of a bird
ascending to the highest peak.

upon this i may dive into the sun's ray
where your silhouette sits against stone.
in the mountain i hide you away.