“My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea.Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me.We've sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman's ever beenAnd only my white-winged craft and I know the wonders we have seen.”
“A white feather drops at my feet, and I know you're guiding me to where I'm meant to be - Angel Wings”
“Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.”
“She felt his arms tighten around her, as they spiraled up, borne aloft on wings that were dark as the night, bright as a new star.”
“Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.”
“O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wond'ring eyesOf mortals fall back to gaze on him.”