©A.MacMaster 2010

Angels circle among a mystic gray cloud
I search for color I once knew, eyes strained and red
Reaching on tip toe, with muscles tired and taut

Angelic faces calling me
To a place I walked in once
I feel my shoulders, no wings just blades

Wings traded for a lover’s nest
Walking too close to the edge
No chance to float safely to the ground

I fall upon my blades