Post by anirbas on Jul 14, 2017 21:09:31 GMT -6
Ah, beauteous angel of lightness,
glorious even when at your darkest-
right you were beloved child of God,
to burn your straight jacket.
This institutionalized life,
to escape and ever spurn.
To adjourn to higher realms.
Taking flight into the peace
to be found, endlessly
circling cloud puffed
and dotted blue skies.
Even in the absence of the angels,
nuggets of wisdom may still be found.
Left like breadcrumbs upon a Grimms'
crafted and inspired footpath.
Ah, beauteous angel of lightness,
glorious even when at your darkest-
always, you were the wisest.
No less than now...
6/2006
