ANGEL

           

Spread your wings and fly sweet angel

Escape the place where progress overlooks you

Hugs you to the ground of literature

Like a magnet with eraser at both ends

 

Your flight will be as that of a newborn butterfly’s

Bearing a gift to be shared with everyone - willing

A flower unique - ready to open itself

Over and over again

 

For life is but an ever changing photograph

Captured in the aperture of the mind

People's faces - immortal images

Reality and fantasy - two sides to a single drama

Waiting to be filmed in words

 

So spread your wings and fly sweet angel

Yes - escape that place where progress overlooks you

For you are as light as imagination

Only as heavy as paper and pen

 

           

© 1981  Chris Sorrenti