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,
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 changed.
I climb on the bus now
and rumble away…
yet still the grey hounds me
as yesterdays vanish.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Leadaches
