Angels

(9th March 2013)

I lift, I float
Higher than sun, lighter than bird
But see I do not
For it is dark here
Will I rise more? To what?
Come down in mire or storm?
Reach the Promised Land?

If there was or will be
It has distance now
And the up I go, far far I am
From that I once was
And where I could be
Or was

Look! See them here!
Angels of my life!
Come! Come! Fly here!
Take me up
For I grow weary
Wings ache
And mind numbs of reason
Grey cells to dust
And yolks discolour.