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ANGEL OF EARTH DAYS AND SEASONS A soft dream of green colors starlit intentions with sincerity. In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love. Your flight shines classic–– composed of symphonic nights and honey-hued days. Inside your laughter spring’s kiss animates the beat of summer’s warm song. In your hair oceans leap with sky-blue abandon and sacred timelines. Eyes of bright autumn stare with red tear-stained wisdom at human regret. Bombs explode gashes that flicker tales of men’s blood splattering your lips. Rivers of poets flow blues-heavy urgencies naked on your knees. Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds. In the dancing fields of your sweet and holy ways heaven blossoms gold. by Aberjhani from THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS |
The River of Winged Dreams
The River of Winged Dreams 2010
What began as Songs of the Angelic Gaze in the summer of 2006 continued the following year as The Bridge of Silver Wings, and developed even further two years after that into The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009.
Whether readers describe it as a conversation between one author’s pen and his sense of an angel-populated cosmos, or a modern interpretation of literary voices such as Kahlil Gibran’s and Rainer Maria Rilke’s, this great adventure through dimensions of soul and letters now moves boldly forward as the volume entitled The River of Winged Dreams. What marks this volume as one significantly different from its predecessors? As pointed out in “Evolution of a Vision: from Songs of the Angelic Gaze to The River of Winged Dreams,” the difference stems from a paradox. It is a paradox in the form of a dream that has exhausted the life of its beauty while giving birth to a new ongoing manifestation of its remarkable glittering self. The manifestation of vision continued because the unsentimental realities of history continued, and exactly what that means in the context of The River of Winged Dreams is exquisitely apparent in pages reflecting seasons of the horror and elation of our very modern twenty-first century times.
Cover of forthcoming hardback edtion of THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS.
Each roll and wave of the river
Flashes a new song and a new color. Light rises at midnight from the water’s bottom like a giant angel of pulsing stars. It shines a language known to one soul and one soul only, singing the solitary story of that woman, that man, or halfling child. It calls them from the hissing mud of the trembling shore into the womb of water and gleaming death. And that is when it happens–– A glowing circle of winged dreams rises from the water, surrounds the fallen soul in a ring of time and destiny confirmed… © by Aberjhani |
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