There glides
the pesky little thing
of bright wings
and a sly smirk.
It’s here again,
like it’s glad
to see me suffer.
It smiles coyly at first,
sways beautifully,
nimble, graceful in the air,
wrapping the universe
in its blinding charm.
It eases into the heart
when you aren’t even aware.
Suddenly it hovers nearby!
I clasp my hands tight together,
catching it.
My grin stretches to the vast oceans.
I got it! It’s mine!
It’s mine forever
until my last breath.
The elusive fluttering
of an angel’s breath
is right here, balled inside
my two palms, my fingers
its iron bars.
When I untwine them,
I gasp—Nothing there.
The pesky little winged wonder
has made a fool of me
once more.
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So well-written! I love the imagery.
Beautiful, Brian!