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 ...

© 2013 ... harlon rivers