Angel Flight

Angels on vacation

Angel Flight

Celestial hierarchy flow throughout the universe in form

Glowing spirits fold their wings to breath the deep

To settle into tiny rooms to contemplate on sleep

And then there is so much more to the story

More than you might think

Babies form impressions at an early age

Images of angels playing cosmic games

Before they sleep, before they are born

There are so many secrets left to keep

Filled with joy as ages pass

In seconds at a second chance

A second glance into the future

And so much math to learn about

To bandy about in all that traffic

It is a wonder how it all works out

Angels fly without a sky

Without a net they hold on to their pride

In a café in Paris angels have a coffee and a cigarette

On the West Bank winter storms in early in January

Refrigerants are extra by the Metro

There are no regrets

Gossip by the Eiffel Tower is immense

Spirit flights are scheduled in the morning

Boarding passes are so boring as they laugh

You can do the math