Each feather of a heart's desire
Pain, anger, fear in motion
Beauty, thunder, contrasts
Rolling water over rock
Soft, strong,
Silent as clouds,
Still as sunset
Crying through the night its
Sounds of fury
Fear? We fear our fear.
Our own horror in a silent creature
Why? We see a curse in beauty.
Danger in simplicity, poison in rare wines.
So still, so soft, we fear a thing
we call amazing.
But why?
What if it's only a creatre?
What if it's only a thing?
what if it's more?