Angel wings enfold the sight
Of all men whose wandering minds
Enflame their bleeding hearts
With the sky's red tongue.
And the wingless long for wings;
And the winged long for winds;
And the winds they long for words...
Clouds sing praise to the trees
Who sacrifice their praying leaves
And reach into into the breeze
So sleeping minds can see
The wingless turn in flight;
The winged bless this sight;
And the winds chant through the night.