Angels' and Angles

I sit upon these rocks above

A town I’ve grown to truly love

And ponder clouds a passing by

In skies of blue, I often spy

Some shaped like wings of angels

By angels one might ask of me

The ones who stand beside and see

That souls know right from wrong by heart

Our angels bless our end depart

And hold our hand in heaven

Angel wings with feathers floating

Across the sky in angles boasting

White with gray in sharp fine angles

Glossy rainbows rim the tangle

Of feathered wings aloft

Perfection is a flaw itself

A flaw I’d love to find a shelf

And wither like a wilting flower

To leave me free of my own glower

Forgive my error with angles