Beautiful creatures of sand
dissolving in our world of water wet.
They shifted the seas from blue to purple,
from shining to glowing,
as if their skin was once red.
I soon knew for sure that my fall could merely be forever.
In this place there were no boundaries, only untouchable breezes.
The sky didn’t go vague and there was no ground to touch death.
The failure of saving the sand-creatures began stinging my mind.
My soar lungs worked so long, but there would be no last breath.
The sands back on earth
slowly perished without any glory.
Because I thought I could have
friends this fragile for ever
I was in a place worse than purgatory
A terrifying thought struck me as I kept falling into eternity.
What if everyone has an angel colliding with a devil deep inside.
What if all creatures of sand have gone through the same chain
and lost their battle against their demon thus vanishing their wings.
What if their screams were more like warnings than agonies of pain.
As the thought echoed
my smooth skin started to crumble.
I so prayed my body
finally entered atmosphere,
but I continued to tumble
I gazed in admiration too long at the beautiful sight of heaven,
the splendid magnificence of colours and simple speckles of beauty.
I stayed long enough for the demon to notice my presence and revive,
when I should have returned to earth and whisper the secret of wings.
How arrogant could I’ve been to even hesitate giving them life.
In this endless hole I glanced once more before I closed my eyes.
So I could vividly remember the shimmering, the flickering,
the soothing light of my white wings sheering over land.
Will I fly one day through space like the angel I was
reunited with the ones made from sand?
- a young boy saw my figure of sand falling from the skies –