< angels >
Ray Heinrich
layer upon layer
the crisp ashes float
in the wind
carrying us off
where we will never see
the wind
like some believe in gods
like some give up
and turn to the earth
but in the middle of the sky
between blue and blue
there are angels
belonging to neither
gods nor earth
angels
of our fantasies
and of our fantasies
made real
or as real
as we’ll ever be
angels
to carry us
wherever we hoped
in movies
or in
the illusion of life
we made for ourselves
angels
to carry us
out
out where we wished
ever since babes
wherever we wished
angels
of our fantasies
made real
