Furled Wings-For the-purple-princess

Tattered and torn,
like the sails of an ancient sailboat,
thrashing widly in the winds cruel grasp.
Turning this way or that,
loosening themselves,
pulling the little ship to safety,
before collapsing in upon themselves.

Uncurl your wings,
with their ethereal light,
wrap your body with their frail warmth,
and disappear into the night.

Withered and worn,
like the trees of times long forgotten,
standing tall,
yet battle-scarred,
from years of not living,
just surviving.
Allowing the wind to tug away at it's branches,
until there's little left.

Uncurl your wings,
spread them out for the world to see,
let the wind carry you away,
take flight on the breeze.

© 2012