Angel Wings

[skonen_blades]

My wings are trees, dependent on sunlight and rain, with roots that wrap around my shoulder blades and plunge deep through the muscles of my back into my lungs and heart. I need to breathe to stay aloft. My heart needs to flap in time with the beats of my wings.

The bones of angels are hollow. They’re made from pure stardust metal. After an angel dies, the body is burned. The hollow bones of the dead angel are left behind, warm to the touch. They’re turned into musical instruments, white flutes of angel bone, that continue the song past death.

This is all that heaven is; the song continuing past death.

Next time, Noah, build a plane.






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[molasses.livejournal.com]

when i see tall dress dance in high winds...now i know what it is.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

Right on.

[molasses.livejournal.com]

i have not had enough sleep and that means emotions of flush but i am looking at all the amazing creativity around me (http://alois.livejournal.com/), like yours too, and feeling that life is beautiful and we are blessed.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

Lung is a great photographer. He's also a hell of a singer. Check it out.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=F50xv9-lz1E

You might want to turn the sound down. : )

excellent!!

[molasses.livejournal.com]

heeeeeee!
you are good.

and thanks for the headsup.
:)

Re: excellent!!

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. That's from Tuesday. Fun night.

[kindelingboy.livejournal.com]

Nice.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

Thanks. It ended much sooner than I intended but it was such an unexpectedly emotional punch at the end that I just put the pen down, metaphorically speaking. I'm glad you liked it.

[cupofpoison.livejournal.com]

So short, so poignant, so effective. I'm glad to see you're back. :)

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

Amen to that. Word. Cheers. Thank you.