The Blue-winged boy

I had a strange dream
where I stumbled upon a lagoon,
placid and dark to its depth
like that of the woods under the moon.

By the edge of the water,
sat a blue-winged boy,
feathers protruded from his shoulder blades,
raven-like hair with which his fingers toy.

Lost in thoughts he seemed to be,
for his golden eyes found mine,
warming my heart to its brim
with a feeling one can't define.