Wednesday, 2 September 2009 . 20:03Made to fly…
Losing appetite in an internal excavation
as Void stalks my every sensation.
My coffee’s gone cold and I keep asking why
Only consoled by the fact that angels were made to fly.
A desire to control, to hold my guardian by the wing
To experience the secure presence and that gentle scent of spring!
Straining my voice in vain as loud sounds of silence reply
So I let go to the certainty that angels were made to fly.