Flight Of The Nereid Poem by Tsani Jones

The wings were new,
She fluttered for a moment,
Surprised.
This was not her life.

The feathers were pure,
Like snow on a Denali peak,
Silence at the end of a movie reel,
White noise when the angels are asleep.

The pressure is gone,
Slow death reversed,
A transformation, a soft
Stretching of the skin.

She felt them move,
How odd, to be born
An angel and not really know,
To find herself now.

The wind curled gently,
She tracked the movements
From her beautiful soft brow,
A regenerated fresh glow.

What I would give to walk
Once through the fields
Of new flowers blooming
Within her breast...

To see a new world-
A new horizon of heaven
Knowing that she is
In it all.

And she grows more serene,
More beautiful,
And gains yet another holy
Inch towards Heaven every moment.

I see her eyes and
I am washed clean in them,
Bathing naked in the
Warmest pure stream.

She looks at me,
Stops my heart with her smile,
And in an instant, a blessed second,
Learns she can fly.