Angel Song

I emerge from the cocoon of winter borne onto the shore of a small tree surrounded lake. A late evening light glows in the sky as tree swaying wind moves delicately through branches and gently touches my face. The sound of water trickles itself through the threshold of quietness. Before me she lies petaled with blossoms by her side. I approach and she smiles open to me. Taste I hear. I taste and find myself at large in the immensity of a womb seeded with stars then once again descend into being. Glorious Angel.