Wings

  

 On wings of longing, once they soared, 

Dreams and hopes in skies adored, 

Now shadow drift where light once gleamed,

love's distant echo, softly streamed. 

A whisper of what used to be,

fading memories.

Yet in the heart, a silent cry,

for love long gone, still lingering nigh.

Wings of hope, now tattered, worn,

carry the ache of love forlorn.

But each breath, a spark remains,

a wish to fly beyond the pains.

For love, though lost in distant skies,

lives in the soul's eternal rise,

awaiting dawn, a new sunrise,

where dreams and hope again will fly