Angels Poem by david e golledge

We flew so far.

Evading gravity, these magnetic spells.
Seraphs of the moment
touching the heights.
And the lows
when they came,
felt like private hells.

They are wrong.

Goodbyes never offer sweet sorrow.
Malevolent this moment
filled with rain.
And the daybreak
when it comes
does not bring tomorrow.

We are the fallen.

Raptures touched but feelings swing.
Wandering the moments,
earth-bound again.
And we the loveless
always come
absent of dream or wing.