11-11-2012, 04:34 AM
Soft-spoken me
like a fluff of poplar
gliding
on tippy toes
through the air
Angels
flitting
in bolts of light
to an accident scene
White light
with a golden hue
trying to reach you
through the fog
And the flow
the natural flow
of a joyous world
held up at the foot
of your grief
Everything floats
from here to you
on a wing and a prayer
if you let it.
like a fluff of poplar
gliding
on tippy toes
through the air
Angels
flitting
in bolts of light
to an accident scene
White light
with a golden hue
trying to reach you
through the fog
And the flow
the natural flow
of a joyous world
held up at the foot
of your grief
Everything floats
from here to you
on a wing and a prayer
if you let it.