Wings

     By Christopher Bowman

The witching hour has past
....showers of morning sunlight,
caress wings of silver stand,
impatience to bound skyward,
lifting unrequited loves true seeker,
tumbling home through cotton clouds,
open arms hungrily extended,
reach skyward with minds true heart,
and gentle kisses long awaited,
to find at last completion sought,
in endless midnight hours dreamt,
at last true loves soft whisper fulfilled...