Angels have fallen
and the stars have gone black-
will we ever know if poor Castiel
can come back?
Graceless and fallen
and weak from descent,
wonder how much of that courage
is now gone
and spent.

Two brothers and an angel,
in a 67 Chevrolet-
together a team of free will-
you might say.

Sam loves his research
and Dean loves his pie-
but both so love each other
so-that for the other-
they'll surely die.

That demon you've asked of?
The one of your dreams?
Yes she's dead Castiel-
"I'm sorry." Said Dean.

Two heroes; comrades,
brothers in arms;
face all that oppose them
and keep the other from harm.

Isn't it interesting-
how humanity is both clockwork
and puzzle pieces,
stitched together
at seamless, invisible seams?

Today, as I went walking
soaking in the warmth
of the wonderful sunshine,
under a perfect turquoise sky-
(though I wished for
grey clouds to the east)
I looked, and saw
such intricate pieces
of this little world of ours.
The menacing guard at the front-
staring diligently and
ever vigilantly
at his screen- but
unexpectedly
compliments your TARDIS shirt
as you pass him by.
The happiness and
slight rise in caffeinated
dopamine levels- as
I intake as the cool hazelnutty
drink, which slips lazily
down my dry throat
as I sit under an orange umbrella.
(Which only makes my hair stand out even more.)
The happy bicycle singer-
singing to the latest pop song;
And appearing to not have
a care in the slightest; and the
couple, at the corner bench,
limbs inching
ever closer but
ever further
as both wish for the other
to make the first move;
Leaving them at a loss-
In love.

Isn't humanity beautiful
in its sheer
Simplicity?
To the unknowing eye
of its complexity
it masks?

At least,
I believe so.