The Angel’s Wings

who clipped the angel’s wings
that he would forever be
the guardian
of this thing called man?

“not I” said the god on high
“my angels fly from such base things,
go ask the devil
for he is man’s advocate”

when asked, the devil smiled
and pointed to the man
“therein lies he who did the deed…
for man himself holds the sway
over gods and angels, and yes…

…devils too”


the fountain sings the saddest song
in tears that fall and fall once more
reflected back upon former glories
days denied in water’s pure

the fountain knows just one song
and sings today as it did back when
lovers wished upon bright futures
this spring sang hopes and dreams back then

but now this song is lost and weary
so many wishes washed away
like marble bright worn round and dreary
to shadows of its former days.

The Robin’s Day

did he for sport or mischief dance with me
or where his motives born more tenderly
in brambles black his red heart did embrace
the morning sun, and of me he gave chase
between the briars and through the shining leaves
his merry song did sweeten dawn’s first breeze
but once his play was done he was away
and left to me, and I to him, this .. the robin’s day.