Horizons blending past the day, the same old shades, the same old way
Anointed blue and tarnished chrome, like weary angels going home,
Likewishes wandering through the rain, or echoes that return in pain
To drift and let the night’s touch heal the tiredness that they often feel,
To wrap themselves in ancient shades, before forever’s last chime fades
Into the emptiness of sleep, so many soothing dreams to keep,
So many more to write in rhyme, to hatch maybe another time
To correspond with being born, a rendezvous kept with a dawn.


The rhymes of life hold no surprise within a weary angel’s eyes
So far away, so soft and deep those places where the angels sleep
To dream of once more born again, to tread the paths of life’s sweet pain
To feel again life’s newborn smile, to wander with it for a while
Through every page and every line, experiences they define
When sunsets glowed behind each day in their once so familiar way
And all the things they miss so much, likehearts that join, and lips that touch
And speaking with the voice of night, anticipating morning’s light.


Life’s breath is more than joy or pain, so much that we just cant explain
How many pages write themselves, no need of reference books on shelves,
Just Summer rain to brush your skin, and sleep to keep your dreams wrapped in,
And angel wings to brush your face, like wandering through morning lace
Into those hush soft whispered halls where from each shelf a memory falls
Into the jigsaw life has made from pieces that will never fade,
Although some taste obscurity, and never take the time to see
That pure and simple things are true, and angels often sit with you…