In the Arms of an Angel
A citadel of concrete frowns,
Swallows swarms of squirming swallows.
All coquette,clothed in yellow,
Hum grave dirges ere they drown.
Trees inhale the smoke of ages,
Ebon barks crack,tumefied.
All the wisemen,all the sages
Lay asleep or crucified.
And I limp and I crawl,
And I limp and I crawl
Through boundless storm,at night.
I get up and then fall,
Again up, again fall,
Under dying lunar light.
Yet, a herald of strange Heavens,
Pities me upon this sight,
Anorexic ailerons
She unfolds under dim light.
In her untold clemency,
She expels distress and storm,
Letting down her auric braids,
Clipping me in her wan arms.