The Wings of My Thoughts

Once upon a time
you had opened
my eyes
my heart
my thoughts,
and asked me
to take a flight.

You told me
I looked beautiful
when i flapped my wings,
spreading colors
in the monotonous spread of
your life.
You told me,
you can watch me
for hours
spanning the limitless skies of
my mind
and
your mind,
meeting somewhere in the horizons.
You told me,
the sound of my wings
tread the still waters of
your thoughts
and brought them to life.

You told me once,
I looked most beautiful when
the wings of my thoughts
flaps
in wondrous hues of
love and life,
hopes and happiness
to take the flight
and return
into your arms.

Ever since,
you,
sitting safe & warm
only in
memories of the flight,
you once opened my thoughts to.
And me...
my wings
tightly held in your embrace
awaiting
a chance to fly....again,
knowing,
I can always return to
your arms,
my home not prison.