somewhere in between the planes,
between what’s gone and what remains,
briefly in the latter category,
I found a feather by the trail,
fallen from a falcon’s tail,
I took it home so I could dream of glory,
with one angel wing you could fly in circles,
with one angel wing you could shield your eyes
from the light of heaven’s brightest splendor,
I think we’ll be alright, if we can find one angel wing..
I have wasted too much time
wishin’ for what’s left behind,
tryin’ to revive what isn’t breathin’,
but every seed that rides the wind,
drifts along without a plan, then
settles down to grow, without a reason,
with one angel wing you could fly in circles,
with one angel wing you could shield your eyes
from the light of heaven’s brightest splendor,
I think we’ll be alright, if we can find one angel wing..
strangers come and lovers fade,
they play the parts they came to, then they’re
filed away, like letters in a shoe box,
letters lost when basements flood,
buried in the rising mud,
shoveled out and hauled away in dump trucks
with one angel wing you could fly in circles,
with one angel wing you could shield your eyes
from the light of heaven’s brightest splendor,
I think we’ll be alright, if we can find one angel wing,
I think we’ll be alright, if we can find one angel wing…
(Prompt “one angel wing” supplied by Vance Gilbert)
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