Poetry

They fly over lives, goddesses of change
Casting shadows in time, turning sanctuaries
Decaying claims crumble old and bored
To lilting choices raised from silent calls for help

They shrug off barren minds, limping handicapped
Smiling their victory at rage and helplessness
A broken heart sometimes, a call answered nevertheless
To bring lives together that went astray on familiarity

These angels though wing on, dancing tireless to the mystery
No spite or ignorance bruise their morphing realities
Guardians of keep, they tender forgotten hopes
An adulterous spoke to a wheel that needs the strength

Warping on, their work always seen in distortion
They pulse in networks of veiled wants and lustre
Their purity known and felt by souls they have touched
Lie harpooned by the rest of a world that has lost…