Adam Gittman, may your path be clear and your journey filled with light.
To you Adam...Rest in peace.
I SEE ANGLES
I see angles
Angles in the night
I close my eyes
And feel the breath
Of their wings first beat of flight
I see them in the night
Gossamer strands
Slip between my hands
So I grasp so tight
Not to lose the thought
Like the shifting seas of sand
They slip between my hands
Everyday
I go away
To land beyond
The poets silver tongue
Where my dreams were meant to stay
I go away
Emerald skies
My mind is hypnotized
By the dancing gleam
Of the clean machine
That runs the future that I find
When I’m hypnotized
Take me home
Home once again
As the hours pass
I am free at last
A stranger to the past
And love is born my friend
I see angles
Angles in the night
I close my eyes
And feel the breath
Of their wings first beat of flight
I see them in the night
peace
whitey-x