Angel

A silent trip

with a hidden

angel..

Lost from

god’s commanding

hand,

seen within a dream

flowing upriver

movement,

blinding astral..

As we navigated time,

one foot

in the moment

the other

in yesterday..

Angelically we

laugh

throughout

our creative play

hidden

from god

in a very unusual way..


This piece inspired

by

a waken dream,

movement in stop time!

i would also like to thank,

those employee’s

of turks on commercial drive,

where i was short,

for my favourite coffee drink!

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