if I were an angel I would never
ever
be alone musical seraphyms would play the flute for
my willing eyes
for my airy tiny wings for thier own pleasure
for they love the echoes
for they breathe me-the-angel in their flutes's peacefully melody

my wonder is also concerned about the sky

it's white and dark, visual and spiritual clouds
surround this floating melody

but if I were an angel
God would allow me to sob at least
His eternal face
...