Dark Angel's Poem by James McLain

Vibrations,
have you ever been in love.
Yea though they can,
create for you desire a song.
Leaves moving in the warm wind
moss hangs from a twig.
At the edge
There hanging off in the heavens
above you down below me.
These few are dark and deep,
not unlike a forest filled with tree's.
How can I say hi, if no ones there?
My left hand though it's deformed
a massive thumb,
the middle finger I must kept hidden.
On me such of that, I've had while
you were sleeping.
Opened up to me, my one good wing is broken.
Trumpets sound around the world it's
time for you to listen.
No one knows just what we've done, your eye's
look up to heaven.