The Angel's Wings.

The wings are slow to grow
and harder still to carry.
A whole lot of misconceptions
comes as a burden
for the winged one.
An angel drawn to the earth,
has lost the wings, almost so.
Bits of feathers are clinging still
to the bare shoulders,
a funny thing!
Too many birds of too many lifetimes had made those wings.
Alas, the angel is scouring the earth to find their lost seeds.
Endangered species! The birds who helped form those wings are extinct.
The angel, amnesia, lifetimes, dreams...
A fog and a wisp of smoke
wafts from the cigar,
a sign, a roadway found in the smoke...
The wings are birds, freed from the cages of myths.
Every feather is swept by the wind
Is a bird reborn?
Watch the birds hover over.
The angel grew from a scattered seed.


"El alma del hombre es como el agua, viene del cielo, se eleva hacia el cielo y vuelve después a la tierra, en un eterno ciclo"  ~Goethe