one day i’m…

what is it
that
you’re
afraid of
does the fear
of rejection
hold your words
from the page
did that
teenage
chrysalis of fear
never open
leaving you
with your wings
tight to your side
while
clinging to a leafless branch
of dreams
encased
in your own
self-pity

along for the ride…

i was
just wondering
what religion
are
angels
you see
i’ve just found
a reference
to
christian angels
which
suggests
that
there may be
jewish
moslem
hindu
and
other winged beings
for
every
religion
so
if a person
has
multi-religious tendencies
do they have
multiple angels
waiting in the wings
to save them
just
in case
they
change
their mind
about
what they
believe

the toy…

 

inside
the box
flying above
a cascading
waterfall
complete
with
electronic sounds
of crescendoing water
flew a butterfly
one
without wings
because flight
isn’t
dependent
upon wings
but
the
soul

upon this plain of tears…

the night
knows your name
for you have returned
to this dark corner
where dreams die
over and over again
each time
reaching out
to touch the velvet wings
of hope
that flutter
beyond your reach
still you come
dressed for a celebration
while others wear
mourning clothes
but you
believe
in hope
and without
such
dreams
where would
the dreams
come from
that
salt
the seven
seas

the wood carver….

 

his hands bore the scars
of learning his trade
the thick calluses in his palms
were like the rings of a tree
sharing with those who chose to look
his years upon this earth
this piece beneath his blade
was now complete
a sea
where each wave
seemed to move
as eyes scanned the horizon
at a distance
one could see a small
yet distinct
fishing boat
bouncing with expectation
of a bountiful harvest
and sea gulls
cruising through the sky
one would swear
they saw the wings
move from time to time
so precise was his work
but do not look for this place
nor the life he portrayed
for now you will only find
the black death of oil
smeared upon the scene
erasing the history of this place
and
lives