Angels Wings

Another old poem, must have a thing for angels, lol

Angels wings are made of mist, sublime and divinely kissed,
The eclipse is fleeting, the shadows merely dreaming,
Of the light that cast them,
Gone so briefly, but dearly missed,
A drop of blood may taste of fears, but not as sweet as unshed tears,
Bittersweet is the flavor of memories, ivy creeping on fallen trees,
Time is a Siren that always sings, of laughter and ashes and outspread wings