Wings
It was the stroke of midnight when I heard the swish of passing wings
I couldn't see anything when I looked around wondering what the noise was
The noise got louder and louder and then quickly disappeared
There was a mystical and calming feeling that was hard to explain
As I gazed around a young girl was holding something in her hand
Who was she and where was I on this beautiful twilight night
The thing she was holding seemed to beautifully shine
Casting a pretty silhouette across the water making it ripple
The little girl seemed to be memorized by the beauty of this crystal
There was a sense of serenity as I again heard the swish of passing wings as I gazed around the swishing of wings sound seemed to be coming from the little girl painting the stars with her magical paint brush
Her tiny wings seemed to make a soft swishing sound
There was so much wonder and beauty on this starry twilight night
Written for Swish of Wings challenge
By Starlight1
© 2008 Starlight1
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