Dancing With Angels

Dancing with the angels Whirling around in space Taking so much comfort from Each serene unfeatured face, Spinning like a Dervish, Grasping the chance To evolve and develop this Ever more complex dance. Higher and higher Floating away from it all Until the tether tightens And I begin to fall, Leaving behind the heavens, Falling back instead Into the sterile environment Of my equipment festooned bed. The machine clacks and ticks Supporting what used to be me: Please please turn it off Please just set me free. The angels are still waiting And I know now in advance The awaiting joys and delights Of the angels when they dance