A bird and a whisper

A bird landed gentry in my shoulder carrying a rose petal in its beak and hopped into my palms , where I could see a silken white dove called Hope , I could swear I heard a whisper , and a piece of tomorrows dream glowing on the blooming parchment that quivered in the breeze.
Just like that she flew away , wings thrusting on the gusts of inspiration , seemed to carry her adrift , As if the feathers were that, the same of an angel ,leaving a hue of promise in its wake , leaving nothing more than a speck of a shadow against the horizons gate.
Vainly I reach out hoping to catch hold for another moment to no avail, with the ever growing echoes of the whispering breeze to which held the wings of the cherub.
Only to open my eyes to the sound if my sleeping beauty laying next to me , her chest ebbing and flowing like an enchanted ocean , enveloping my slumber ,as I dreamt to the rhythm of her breathing.