She looks up

at that black night sky,

the stars that shine above,

and feels her own pure wings unfurl

afraid of their glossy shean

that has turned so many away.

Afraid of more pain, that she feels alone.

He looks to her,

not away,

right at her,

and only her,

giving her gems of truth

and afraid of what she will say.

He opens his own wings,

holding them out in the star light,

once white and clean,

now tainted with the past.

And he is afraid of losing her.

Afraid of pain.

But what he doesn't know

is that in the dark, she lifts her hand

she cleans his wounds

and helps him to heal, to learn.

She holds his hand and helps him,

whispering comforting words.

And her heart heals and learns to feel

what she thought she never could.

Then the sun rises, and defeats the moon.

And she is still there, never wanting to leave.