siranswerer

descending

its said there are more stars in the sky,

than there are grains of sand in the world,

that was created with gods heavy sigh.

that same breath, like a sail unfurled,

created the angels that soar above,

that created a far away princess.

and the feathers of many a dove,

whispered as soft as a lovers caress,

makes the princesses bed.

she laughs and smiles, and plays,

but doesnt remember words that were said.

by men made of clay.