A Poem for Halloween: I Saw a Black Wing

I saw a black wing, dark as night

soar through the moon beams

on a sacred flight.

I heard the heavenly beat of wings in the air

felt the fresh softness of a breeze:

a gently whisper in my hair.

Embracing the night skies, a mystical sight

a vision of black feathers on a journey

sweeping up ward to the skies

carrying a human soul, cleansed of mortal lies.

I heard the melody of an angels song

a lullaby, so softly sung.

Stars sparkle, silent tears in the dark.

The heavens open;

the black wing gone.

Welcomed deep into the skies

euphoria of dwelling souls

no longer in this life.

A soul no longer tormented

free from earthly strife.

To float among the whitest clouds

drift in the blueness of the sky

relish the warmth of a heavenly high.

A spirit in all it's glory.

A wonderful, wonderful thing.

I wonder of the black wing

where he hides

the day light hours?

Passing time, as time passes

I wonder of the black wing

the glimpse I spied.

Dark as cinder ash

larger than an eagle.

Beautiful and strong.

Coal black feathers to a soul tied

and when perhaps I'll see him again!

Will I soar a soul to Heaven...

carried by the black wing?

Will the angels sing

for me?

and the stars cry

glistening tears?

I wonder of these things!

and when perhaps I'II die.

I want to see the heavens

a place of solitude.

A utopia for wandering souls

finally laid to rest.

Perhaps I will, on a black wing

meet the moon beams

and hear the night skies sing.

Hear the beat;

of the powerful black wing

as we steel into the debts of night.