“It’s almost time,”
  the Angel said

Last image dancing,
  in my head

“The gate unlocked,
  the pearls alive”

Both wings she opened,
  time proscribed

“Just one look back,”
  I asked in vain

“All past is gone,”
  her voice proclaimed

“Your place awaits,
  all time rescinds

My wings your gift,
—now fly within”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)