Angel Flight

Celestial hierarchy flow throughout the universe in form Glowing spirits fold their wings to breath the deep To settle into tiny rooms to contemplate on sleep And then there is so much more to the story More than you might think Babies form impressions at an early age Images of angels playing cosmic games Before they sleep, before they are born There are so many secrets left to keep Filled with joy as ages pass In seconds at a second chance A second glance into the future And so much math to learn about To bandy about in all that traffic It is a wonder how it all works out Angels fly without a sky Without a net they hold on to their pride In a café in Paris angels have a coffee and a cigarette On the West Bank winter storms in early in January Refrigerants are extra by the Metro There are no regrets Gossip by the Eiffel Tower is immense Their flights are scheduled in the morning Boarding passes are so boring as they laugh You can do the math