Intermingle

and once again,
she leaves a smile in the shadows.
a touch of light.
she flips her wings to be aflight
an ordeal it would be but she cares not her plight
she dives and flies and takes on the skies,
a wishful dream. a virgin night.
the sweet solitude of this surreal flight.
she touches the night with her silken touch.
and she reveals herself in mystic black.
a part hidden. and a part held back
she calls the moon in her ethereal voice.
and she reveals herself in lambent glow.
a part hidden. and a part held back.
and she wonders what holds them back
to embrace this moment with all they have!
she holds her breath. and closes her eyes.
never had she felt as light and carefree
almost feeling it was not to be.
to reveal to the one
who lets her free, completely
was a journey that had just begun
and it was named " love " quite subtly.