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,
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
Ionic particles inspire
The analogical metaphor.
Add analysis and empathy
Stir for knowledge and understanding.