when in mind melancholy
has anchored like a ship immovable
let my heart hear your whispers
your songs
the un-winged angels coming in winds
both gentle and rough
to unhinge my soul for dancing
after smooth, or jolting shift of gears
altering reasons and changing my vision
lest i sink in mud
that sadness mixed with pity
flowing like water to keep ground soft
and my wings stuck
disabling the soaring of my spirit
toward clouds
sailing on the wings of your storm
on paths high
much higher than above my head
encasing the brain detached
from dancing angels
henry victor 05.06.2013
