Airheads on angel wings

We were born walking on air -

 much too heady for our friends -

 we use our feet like skipping stones

 across the clouds - around the bend,

 while others work and toil all day,

 sprinkle *star-dust* in lovers eyes 

 to help them look at life anew -

 refreshed in wonder - lover's hue! 

 

 Born to roam from star to friend -

 then friend to star and back again -

 we zip toe through dark's starry night,

 dub kindred spirits - change left to right

 we are peace-seeking missiles - amen!

 born of angel wings we learn love well -

 but we're little devils when it comes to fun,

 we make our mischief - then run like hell!

 

 

 a reason to fly high, give thanks, touch

four corners of God's blanketed blue, 

with arms out-stretched, heart skipping

childlike, this I-love-you that's-how-much, 

wide-eyed; this, written in God's wide-open

smile strewn across waves of red poppy

ocean fields, covering a multitude of

scintillating squint-eyed silvery lies,

oh the deep deep blue of love-color hue,

a reason to high-five life with all its

sordid details run lemming to the sea,

see me rejoice! see me sing! say all this!

my reason, my whatever reason, I owe it to

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YOU.

 

 

Dedicated to all who visit my website.