06/03/2026
Song of Midnight Wings
She walks beneath the endless sky,
Her hair a river of midnight,
Flowing with the songs of ancestors.
A hummingbird hovers close,
Its wings a pulse of wind and fire,
Carrying stories older than stone.
She listens.
The world speaks in the rustle of leaves,
In the shimmer of starlight over water.
Each feathered note, each gentle beat
Is a prayer, a memory, a promise.
Once, her grandmother told her:
“Every life is a thread in the sky.
Every breath you take carries the wind of those before.”
Now she feels it
The wind through her hair,
The pulse in the bird’s wings,
The heartbeat of the world
Whispering through her soul.
She moves forward,
Not alone,
But accompanied by echoes of the past,
By spirits of sky and river,
By the quiet hum of eternity.
And the hummingbird lingers,
A small, bright flame,
Guiding her through the night,
Through the whispers of wind and water,
Through the endless, sacred sky.
🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn
Readings By Roxy
