Sunday, October 12, 2008

“White Flocks of Angels Beyond Heavy Clouds…”

Heavy grayness above, deep despair,
Weighty thoughts and distressing dreams…
Tiny windows of blue – here and there,
Sweet reminders of a recent gleam…

I closed my eyes, hold back my tears…
I soar beyond heavy layers –
High and above, into the heavens,
Into the dreamland that’s never gray…

Far beyond the frigid pressure,
Even though in my mind’s eyes,
I see white flocks of angels…
They don’t talk, you know, they smile…

My eyes are shut, yet I see so clear,
Pretending I am one of them,
My body feels light in the air
As if for me those wings were made…

It is time to leave, to fly back,
Diving through the thickness below…
They’re still smiling at me, my flock,
Only one did cry… I know…
October 4, 2008

1 comment:

Fram said...

Which one cried? As I said once before, sometimes it is difficult to understand since the psyche of the author is unknown and complex.