White and light falling free millions of angel feathers do I see. What has happened, what has come to be that all these angel feathers are floating free.
Gentle like wishes whispered from innocence’s mouths gently filling the skies like nimbus clouds.
Floating down like gentle snow it leaves me confused as where to go. For all is not as idyllic as it seems, I know.
For if these feathers start to fall earthwards bound there must be trouble in heaven. I shall be bound.
Are the angels again at war could it be that heaven is again in uproar! Is this a fallen angel that we see resting by the lake , nursing her wounds after breaking free?
Her pure white robes and wings belie the passion and and lust her demeanour hides. See her as she rests by the lake bathing her hidden wounds. Her calm appearance is all fake.
Sadly if angels fall in love with each other they are cast out from heaven above. I am so sadden by this thought as in this veil of tears I am caught. I always hoped that up above all was gentle all was love. If it the case that if they love each other they become erased I truly hope that is not the case .
