On Wings

on the wings of angels

do I fly each night,

soaring as high or

as low as I desire,

seeing the valley

and the mountains of

my imagination that

is always changing

my interpretation of life;

on the wings of angels

has my life been carried

as my limitations take

me where I dare not go,

but in my mind, my

thoughts subordinate me

desires and I venture

with the bees around

the sweet smell of fruit;

on the wings of angels

do I venture here and there

with the momentum of

of the winds at my back

and the cooling of time

that we all desire in our

dreams for salvation.

9 August 2020