Looking into the Eyes of Heaven

A chilly night, half asleep I feel…

Angel dust? See it, don’t believe it

Analytically, yet there they are,

Brilliant white wings fluttering sparkles

As draft seeps in under the covers,

Real sparks of warmth along the edges.

Suddenly all my senses perceive

Everything’s made of angel dust

Unified structure pre-established,

Electromagnetic energy.

My beloved arms surrounding me.

In sound of a wood box lid closing,

The white doves landing on water’s edge.

Mesmerizing breeze lifting feathers

Interpreted poetically

Ionic particles inspire

The analogical metaphor.

Add analysis and empathy

Stir for knowledge and understanding.

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