to be winged

nearest to the furthest
a blink, a snap, a cliff
a wing, a brush of the feather
thy wing
nothing but blue skies
vast is he empty, so full
one´s mind lost in the connection
blank, a void, the return so blue
white wings, blue skies
red flowers, green moss
grounded next to thee
understanding water a bit better now
not missing dragons anymore, for all is
parallel, a crossing, pathfinder´s united
maybe speaking to trees even now
maybe remains beautiful, a no 9
like snow from skies
all teaches, all teach, yet freedom rules
now and forever, if chosen freely
take care of thy colours and lines,
my creators