The Watchers by Michelle Belanger It is the sign of more than human: This strange disphoria with my form Possibilities vibrate on the air and in me Wings somewhere on the edge of being. Ancient voices, syllables out of time, calling. Names of the Shining Ones, Strange and symbolic. The language of the forgotten whispers through me. Something lost. A great dignity Surrendered. Sacrifice or penance? Our price for yearning. The feel of mortal flesh: the newness, the trembling. (cont)
Yet the fires of Heaven smoulder In my heart. In my blood. Are we fallen? Not fallen. We dared to see the beauty of the forbidden. We dared to hunger. To desire. We stood upon the edge of Heaven Somewhere in that forgotten space. We gathered wings about our golden bodies and lept away!
abtatparty 3 months ago
abtatparty 3 months ago
Wow, that formatted badly :-/
abtatparty 3 months ago
seems like ur more interested in the dancers... lol
rowan729 1 year ago
Where is this at?
L0vanglmusicbaby 2 years ago
yeah .white girls , im sure they can relate
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lunchmeat77 2 years ago
Such beautiful costumes and positive lyrics!
hopemackiestudios 2 years ago
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JosephKM78 3 years ago
!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D
kylezo 3 years ago
y eso ke vendria siendo asi como por ser???
TorNacho69 3 years ago