Thursday, November 10, 2005

Farewell Angels and Apollo

in the pale light at dusk,
Apollo is walking away
and with him the newborn cries,
hopeless for the darkness setting in,
the Angels cannot stop their tears,
so weak in the moments that clouds crash
and the eyes die,
when the sky is emptied of the angel.

down the street, feelings run away,
and the Rulers chase the empty air,
as the damp dark atmosphere cries out in vain,
the moments we all have waited for,
may never come after all

the sinking angel, has nothing more to say,
her closed eyes, draw everyone in,
into the center of it all
and we can all feel it, inside of us all.


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