Wings

I promised that the next poem would be of a slight contrast to my last one.

Wings is a poem that also starts at the edge of a roof, only this time the plunge is taken... to fly. 

Wings:

Cool, clean air

Filters through my lungs.

I sway ever so slightly

As I face the rush.

The strong, tense wind

Whips my hair in frenzied directions.

Heel alone on the edge,

Toes free of caution.

Great plumes of feathers white

Open up and out above

These shoulders meant to soar

About the skies so loved.

Tilting forward, my heart still skips

As the ground calls out to me

But my wings then spread and push me up

To other-worldly sights to see.

Gliding, spinning, somersaulting,

I dance on tips of clouds,

And here awakens a serenity

Uncovered from its shrouds.

I fly and soar above the lands

These great wings carry me to,

For heads will turn and look about

But heaven’s a place for only few.

The sun and stars await me

In my little black dress,

So I flap my wigs harder

Until the sky feels my absence. 

Both Wings and The Edge of the Roof start at the same place, but one is light hearted and almost magical, full of positivity, while the other is dark and sad, but far more emotional and deep.

I'd actually like to know which kind of poem you would prefer - the dark themed one, or the light one? Wings or The Edge of the Roof?