Analysis of Heavy Wings.

It is as a bird catching its breath
in the hands of an angel
who sits between the hearth
and the Christmas pine.

That wall closing in:
focusing the mind
on cores of your beginning;
the time you were mine.

Who you are shaped
in ancient matrix;
your body caped
in delicate feathers shine.

As the world fills
with knowledge a glow
pushing tills of items
towards your home fine.

Until no more
your need emptied
and want laid bare
only then we dine.