On Seventh by AlexZandra

Feral stars transfixes clouds
All of things imagines really
Seems much higher, stronger, prouder
Looks so right and feels so pleasant.

Journeys always – firs and birches
Sleepers, stations, other sleepers
But we were the flying creatures 
I have heard it from wing-keepers

 
   Angels here fells out of edges
   Don’t dissolve, don’t fly away
   Train departs from Earth to Heavens
   There, on Seventh, I will wait.

 
Suddenly we’ll wake together
Teleport just will be reached
Rains, snowstorms and all bad weathers
Will replace warm sea and beaches

Day and night for us will mix up
Dress in white and go to air
Feel the flocks and try to fix all
Dreams of feral stars and flying

 
  Angels here fells out of edges
  Don’t dissolve, don’t fly away
  Train departs from Earth to Heavens
  There, on Seventh, I will wait.


Don’t be rash, hold on. It seems to
me, that our trip is over.
We have lost among the people
We, indeed, have lost each other

All wing-keepers quickly soured
“Time is cure” – affirms together
May be it will drug of our
Future even lives and ever.
 

  Angels here fells out of edges
  Don’t dissolve, don’t fly away
  Train departs from Earth to Heavens
  There, on Seventh, I will wait.

 
  Just beneath of Heavens Eight.