Angel's Wing Poem by Antonio Liao

high speed on the go
move like wind
double with lightning; so furious
that conquers the temple of
Olympus

no one seen each feather
sway from our hearts; just the dusk
had master each night
that placidly goes,
as we dream the chamber in our
soul

even the trumpet of the night
whistle the thunder
to blow; come little
joy of droplets in the sky
the heaven wait
no more, for the lamb
needed it so

the wings have touches my soul and
as I lie me down, kiss
me goodbye Darling