Angel Feathers


I know of peace far from here,
To run, never to part
With angel feathers in my hair
And moon tears in my heart.

The raven cries with the moon,
Still piercing, heart and soul;
Falling apart again, so soon
Loosing pieces, never whole.

Lessons live through the night’s gift
In love and loss, and pain’s test
To one day, heal the rift
Between wound and soul and what hope is left.

Wounds reveal the shades inside
Of hope, despair and noble pride;
Caught between life’s truth and lies
Flies a raven, where she hides.

By Moonsa Cade Miki

I am me. I am not one of you. We still walk similar paths, yet I choose to walk mine alone.