I SING WITH ANGELS
I sing with the angels and dance with the devil. As I play on both sides of the black rivers flowing, I hear the questions daily, may I? Dare I? As freedom allows the nightingales to roam, adventure is not tied to the backyard. With unconditional love and the caring of a unit, outside the dirty window are the same sins those breath careless whispers. The wings of the serpent bird and the doves mix into a managed tale of love and deceit. Separate closets to hide from the staring eyes of judges and contradictory glares. The dance is simple within the song; the voices stay beautiful and distant. The steps of this waltz get closer to the heart. Spinning this web of actual armor to protect what is mine from what I propose to not give up.