My Comforter

My Comforter

A Poem by Wingless Angel of Dreams

The fabric of time is woven of our spot sized lives


The fabric of time.
Is woven of dreams and tears,
wishes, hopes and fears.

A pattern is born
From a worldly catastrophe.

That pretty flower
on your bedspread,

that was 9/11.

And that main picture
right there.

That was the creation of
the universe.

Everything may be relative,

but at the same time,
everything changes,

because something else
already changed.

© 2009 Wingless Angel of Dreams

Author's Note

Wingless Angel of Dreams
i like this one ^^

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Added on July 2, 2009


Wingless Angel of Dreams
Wingless Angel of Dreams


Writing is my passion. It keeps me up past 2 AM, on a school night typing out my hearts desire to the Holy Spirits whispered words. It keeps me thinking, always writing, and always dreaming. .. more..