Hen

In the darkest part of night
I want to hold you
Throw my wings over you
To narrowly defend you against the cold

I wish you would
Cold and dark is not the base truth
How could it be,
For God’s hot words struck worlds
Where wings are shade instead of heat
I wish we could see it together
Meanwhile the cold, and a fire for you
In my heart
A tiny spark that flickers and devours me
It is so small, it is forever
I wish