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An Angel's Journey
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Angel, my beloved,
Born with wings, we lost our flight,
In search of things, we lost our sight.


Our own quills were once so light,
Now with tears they sign our plight;
Each clinging memory,
Is a dulling of our might;
Each me we bind to fancy,
Is a free me we lose in fight.


Angel, my beloved,
The lame words we may feed on,
Are the same which feed on us.


Our own quills which signed the truth,
Now can barely pen our ruth;
Each word spoken in vain,
Is a lashing to the sooth;
Each thought wrapped up in pain,
Is a wastage of our youth.


Angel, my beloved,
Let’s cease to burn our wings,
On the pyre of haste and fear;
I hear your eager heart that sings,
An air forgotten, yet so near;


Each angel has a journey;
From bliss to pain,
To bliss again
Each angel has a key.


Let’s drop the past and future’s weight,
And let the molding thoughts abate;
Let’s loosen up our toxic ties,
And watch each other rise.


Angel, my beloved,
My watchful companion,
Let’s speak a language sacred,
Speak words of truth or none;


Again of you I ask,
To yield your subtle mask;
Let’s return on the journey,
From gravity 
To levity!


ekoh
©2016