Angels

Until you've climbed into the night,
until you've held the stars,
when angels are the points of light
like Jupiter and Mars;
like yellow of the daffodil
or heaven's welcome glow,
to span the heights on gossamer wings
caught in a cherub undertow.

Until you've soared beyond the earth,
until you've breathed the sun,
when angels are both joy and mirth
and seraphim are fun;
with melody in galaxy
as lyres meld with hand,
the Milky Way as orchestra--
Polaris joins the band.

...to sense the angels and the midnight,
to see the angels and the blue;
...to feel the aura and the moonlight
ere angels spend the morning dew.

On days when dark works overtime,
on nights when dreams conclude,
when angels offer lemon-lime
before the lonely thirsts intrude;
like mountain-mist arising,
like Mercury apace,
the spirit is our sustenance
from melody and grace.

...to know of angels and of midnight,
I'll bid my laden days adieu;
...the cosmos from a novel height,
to know of angels and of you.