Whirling so many
swing by without
seeing any
lovely colors

I know they're
flying away
right past me

one stopped
and asked me
do you know the way
to heaven and I said
you're with God now
what more do you want

the who and the how
why do you taunt
me like that

I said you're the one
who's mocking me
I bet you
don't even see
how great you are

she glared at me I bet you
don't see how filled with hate you are

she's burning and crying
she's yearning and dying
for heaven

she's getting closer
but she doesn't care
she doesn't know
that she's already there
she doesn't have to go
anywhere

fly away to grieving trees
or melt someday
like sunset seas
and yet you say
I'm invisible
and yet I say
yes

just like an Angel.

� 1997 Christopher Brooks. Printed with permission.

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