Across the neon desert sky
lost in accordance to their will
bound by an echoing silence
that fills an ancient hall.
Angels unattended falling as comets
lightning to the ground
let me caress their fragile bodies
to heal their broken crown.
Lying in their dire wait
pales in comparison
to the anti-establishment
How do you catch a falling angel?
with a net of whooping cranes
a neon desert sky.
Copyright 2001 Overtoke Publishing