If it pleaseth thee, I shall aid
as not much progress hath thee made
awakening thine “antiself,”
but gesturing toward an empty sky
Through the corner of thine eye,
watch the angels whisking by
and listen to the whispers
floating out from underneath their wings
Watch them dancing, watch them sing
and unto thee, they’ll comfort bring
then in my footsteps follow
if this is what you wish.
I find it hard to mystify
just from reading books–
I guess I have to realize
The sky is not as empty as it looks.