Golden Wings

For love is but a whisper,
Or a silent glimmer,
Hidden deep in the darkness where nothing will shimmer;
It is eerie in its beauty,
Growing old but never weary,
In a place where fear does thrive,
But neither evil may survive.

From glances held in moonlit trances,
Pierces the light that doffs the veil,
And reveals a long and winding trail;
We all must walk so we can escape the valley of the lonely,
Where the souls and the minds talk,
But hearts stand as the one and the only.

Fallen leaves and blown snowflakes circle overhead,
While the stars sparkle on the lakes mirrored glass,
The sight of the last,
Those that rose but couldn't fly and fell into forgotten memories without a cry.