Touching Wings Poem by Antonio Liao

sway passion the wind
off where feather
leads, humid
laugh as shoulder fall
into the surfing high
touches the clouds

oh! wings of cool chilled
droplets touches
my check, wide open as the star
open the universe display
come thou never
ending search, the hope mixed
of color splash with oil

drifted with wave,
even the
darkness fall and capture the
wind, for the
wings fly with bravery in every
smile, hail on Dear for nothing
compare than a perfume of
a conqueror

there I stand and splash
the day to stay...

' a poem dedicated to Kristene R. Castante '