(Part of a series begun in ‘Poems’)
Angel, you've seen it in my eyes:
All the things that you despise,
Lightning flash of change out here,
Casting life in a cloak so drear.
All my thoughts that vary now,
Once were clear, but, indeed, how
Could they be so amongst it all?
It seems I’ve dressed in darker pall;
Hand me a light to guide me home,
And a rope to no longer roam;
If I’m chained against my will,
Perhaps I won’t be able to feel.
If in doubt, I’ll close my eyes;
That, at least, is a guise,
In case I stray where I shouldn’t be,
It must be best if I’m not free.