Tuesday, 23 April 2013

They Came Today, The Angels


They came today, the angels,
Your turn, they said, your turn,
And me, a watcher of the clouds,
Had seen them fly for years, up, up, up,
Spied through the brown glass ceilings of this old house.

Out there, they’d scratch and scrape and hunt the heavens,
In wings of gabardine and gossamer,
To search for souls, like me.

They came today, the angels,
Out of a gunpowder sky,
To tell me that this path
Had gently ended
And a new one would begin.

They came today, the angels,
And even as I turned and sighed,
I somehow always knew they would.

bobby stevenson 2013

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