Celestial Stubs.
Updated on January 10, 2010
Celestial Stubs.
I stand
in a huddle
of earthbound angels,
shoulder blades bare,
wings ripped away,
when flights
of love fell short
into the brambles
of regret.
The skys
call me
but I hold
no answer,
just the blues
of their tapestry
quilt me
in sorrows.
I stand in
a huddle
of earthbound mortals,
at a
bus stop
on just another day,
the rush
of the hours
s l o w e d to
a crawl,
since love's loss
stripped my ascent,
its featherlight
touch has become
hard concrete
beneath my feet,
the heights
I knew
are left
horizontally
challenged,
I climb on t
he bus now
and rumble away...
the grey
hounds me
as yesterdays
vanish.
©-MFB III