Angels R Gazing apon the jagged horizon Quite different by moons light Smoke curls a blueish spiral As I drag on my cigarette in spite of these Chorus Meditating moments The gratefuls they seep in Beyond my own mind I travel In time To begin life again Inside my heart there's always room For early autumn nights Later felt the winter cool But sooner are colorful sights To listen to the angels In autumn talking calm Some would say hey she's crazy But you know what Angels R seldom wrong NANCE Brody © 2012 Nancy Read (SOCAN) All rights reserved