Angeltouch
by
Nathanael Smith

Behold, within this small confine
A victim of my own design
Forever as though it may seem
It's really just a darkling dream
I sit within a gauzy cage
Alone, myself the fool and sage

Without, an angel wings her flight
All ethereal goodness and light
The flimsy confines part on touch
Of fairest hand on foulest latch
Unlocking deepest turmoils, I
Am silent, watch her life go by

The broken legs are set in pain
The wind whipped wings will fly again
But the death inside is dying still
It tried to crush, it tried to kill
But you so deftly my mind tapped
My heart is stolen, strength is sapped