And here I return. Finding solace in the expression of the written word. Idea juxtaposed upon my mind through the fires of a passionatly penned letter. Letters which bear none but the purest flame of love can only be released in the words to the floating clouds. Expressions of purity....that is all that is needed to meld the worlds together.

As I Live and breathe...I whisper..Wings of Grey and Ebony.

Gentle whispers,
soft angel,
ebony on grey,
feel my love slide,
Cushioned by my angel,
whisper your love,
as we scream it,
into the maelstrom,
of our embrace.

Lace slips over leather,
the breeze and shadow tangles.
whisper my love,
as oxygen bubbles,
live on my surface,
breathe into yours.
tinny clashes of insurrection,
our kisses for each other.

Hold me angel,
withdraw the light of my lonliness,
as I shroud us both,
in shadow.
Chocolate and vanilla,
feast upon the rocks.

Bow,
dew kissed buds,
and acclaim the splendour,
of my love,
gentle and sweet,
redeemed in self,
loved to the crooks of my soul.
Dreamt on the praries,
of my mind,
caressed by the tumultuous wind storms,
within.
Gentle whispers,
Soft Angel,
wrap yourself in me,
as I wrap myself in you,
and the ocean vanishes,
in the truth of our embrace,
lovely,
lace,
angel.