Falling dominoes are capable of unraveling a life tapestry as if one interwoven thread that bonds all others was tugged at just the right moment when all stars were aligned in the universe. You wouldn't know it by looking at a harmless domino... This diary is about the moments that cause the dominoes to fall and the aftermath left in the wake of their fallen paths.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Bi-polar Angel
Bi-polar Angel
Nobody sees clear of the flutter of a thousand swallowtail’s wings Soaring so high above beyond the bounds from the dark shadows lurking broken wings Free to sing the delicate colour, a voyage with fragile paper wings Tall enough to look down in a moment’s blind eyes blink seeing mountains move on high
Zooming afar enough to touch gravity’s azure, the paper moon’s passionate kisses taste; a swellen appetite, intimately unfolding paper airplane wings There are two sides to every wishful coin both sides can be smitten like a weeping butterfly gone wrong, caught out in the summer rain's passing throng
Climbed the highest enough, to fall so low spiraling down --- way down deep the rabbit hole; what goes up must come down, a metamorphosis of another familiar kind Hark! the herald angels sing and sigh Tomorrow's shine will once again dry rain cleansed paper winged angels and a thousand paper winged butterflies forever free to soar again, reaching for the vast sapphire sky ...
