Saturday, February 19, 2011

2047. I LANDED IN THE SOFTNESS OF ANGELS

I LANDED IN THE
SOFTNESS OF ANGELS
Like dense down, like the feathers of a God,
someone or something who'd made all this
stuff - soft needles and luscious pins - I'd just
looked back to see the highway disappearing
when I happened on your presence. Glittering
appearance, like the suns of a million stars.
I took a moment to stop : stunned as I was
at this science. 'Never let me go,' I muttered
and then stopped still, realizing it was all but
a painting on the wall. White horse. Yellow sun.
Old brick walls with that drooping flag. And
there, in the lifeless corner itself, the ragged
girl whose image had just caught my eyes.
I felt myself bedraggled, crazy. You were
then but an echo - of something far away.

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