Black Velvet
Black Velvet Feathers falling from the sky Shed from a flying horse passing by Watching from a plateau Higher than she knew Waiting for the darkness to fly once more It’s the moonlight she adores A lonely flight on wings of velvet black So high now she cannot turn back Furiously beating her wings above the earth Overlooking her newborn birth She prepares to fly again. - Carole Anzolletti - Sign in to see full entry.