Wings

They rest there in the warmth
of the sun as it smiles.
They are at peace and are
content to be alone together.
Their movements are a somniferous hum,
comforting reassurance
of the presence of like souls.
They would stay there forever,
alone together,
blinking in the sun;
but, the wind rustles their feathers
and whispers its secret call.
They can do nothing but answer;
for, they belong as much to freedom
as it does to them.
They are lifted in flight
by the wind's voluminous arms,
and there, they fly.