Raptures Wings
You've wrapped your fuse
around me,
strapped tight, the bonds
of love.
Your hands like flares
ignited my soul,
we fit together, hand and
glove.
Your laughter lifts my
spirits,
raining glitter far above.
We break the bounds of
rapture,
like a flight of glitterous
doves.
Your sphere of joy, it
burst with light,
and floods the darkened
sky.
You fill my heart with
laughter,
I'll never stop to wonder
why.
Photo's Art and Poetry © 1993
Jackie Whedbee
Background tile
and torch animation for this page from "The Graphic Station"
