Wings on an altar / by Zander Ford

She left her wings on my altar

And I

Lit incense to Cary them home

To light them amidst her cloud friends

To share the heavenly bittersweet love

That tastes so familiar

That tastes like home


And so it went

For several days

Her wings and I

Met to commune with the Divine


Then

Complete

She came back for them

And now knows

What home tastes like

Again