msafropolitan:

You arrive at the strangest times 
When I’m cooking or reading or falling in love
With flamed wings 
You light me up like a choir 
Then burn me like thunder 

As predicted 
I fly with you 
I am light, I feel heavy
I see things, that only angels see 
And I wonder, why me

Landing is always easy
The ground is like the keys of a piano 
That my feet softly play 

Minna Salami©