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.