As tears roll down the cheeks
Doubt turns into baffles
I believe the angels lingered
I gently plead them, calm me
Seconds after…
Frozen blaze flourished to chest
Illuminating this heart to soul..
I’m puzzled in blend,
Its like captivated, hypnotized
Nerves triggering tears at ceased
Tumbled minds at eased
Crumbled emotions at thawed..
I am mesmerized..
but at soothed..

I'm on the Empire State Building.
The air has never felt so thin,
my clothes so light,
almost weightless in the way they fit.

It's rush hour.
Below me, the bustling pace
of the Big Apple. New York City
never sleeps, so they miss things often.

It's a Sunday morning.
I can hear the bells...
They're louder than usual today.
Is there a wedding?

Everything's black.
The dresses, suits, the ties, the back of my eyelids.
I'm at the peak of the city that never sleeps.
The angels have begun descending.
I'm ready.

held up in suspension
just beyond my senses
experience out of body
without any defenses

my mind starts to travel
awakened by the sound
secrets start to unravel
and my senses come around

the sound of perfection
the voice i hear repeating
upward in direction
my soul and sky are meeting

in a glimpse of a moment
a home for the drifter
under the breath of an angel
within a saint's whisper

One more day is all that I ask
I just want to see the sun set before I pass
The light as it plays off of the river bend
This is weir I want to be burred in the end
Take my hand now mother pleas don't cry
Tell our family that it ends tonight
Pleas tell them that I am going home
and someday we will meet again
I want to go to the river bend tonight
hear the nightingale sing as I look up at the sky
Mother tell Father that I am ok
I will love you both forever and always
I want to go to the river bend
Lay me down to rest
pleas don't levee me till I've breathed my last
And sing the songs of ages past
I am gone to the place weir angels rest
Mother tell my brothers that it is all rite
I don't fear my death a little tonight
I want to pass at the rivers bend
Because as the sun sets and the colors are bright
maybe the angels will find me all rite

Beyond the yellow and black clouds
And into the red sky.
Silver archangels guide and guard me on through.
Its sort of like my dreams mixed in with my thoughts of reality.
Does not seem real at all.
But I cannot tell you how much beauty there is as I am looking and flying by these archangels.
Their wings have every color that exist.
Beyond the red skies and into the blue, there is a floating island with a clear pool of water.
As I stand before the pond I see in the reflection of the water that I am also one of these archangels.
The others all kneel and have a drink of the water.
I do the same.
I look like them and they look like me.
They then go toward the edge of the island and stand and wait.

Wings,
soft, feathery, downy,
wings,
made for flight,
Forged for a fight,
wings,
scarred, ******, broken,
Wings,
---
Wingtips press against the soil,
Earthen, Brown,
the power of the Earth,
shared to me,
Ritual, complete,
I feel it all,
rich power,
---
Graceful wingtips,
trailing crimson,
across innocent marble floors,
oh how imbued with guilt,
they drag,

Sun, when drowns in the sea of love,
The stars come out to say goodbye,
And the moon watches from above,
Remembering his love with a sigh.

Light of Moon as touches the hills,
Iridescent flowers close their eyes,
Glancing, angels come out and swirl,
Harps then play to their loud cries, as
The night subsides and day arrives.