Do you get tired, my guardian angel,
of my human obtuseness?
Do you frill your wings in agitation?
Do you call upon heavens above
to give me Vision?

Are Angels blind?

Do you feel enamored, my angel,
with humanity’s fragileness?
Do you fluff your wings with predilection?
Do you fall from heavens above
to give me reasons?

Are Angels blind?

Do you hear unpromises kept, my angel,
because Humanity won’t confess?
Do you flap your wings with beatification?
Do you pall-blind us from heavens above?
To feel our Treason?

Are Angels blind?

Do you see anyway to be, my angel?
Have you formulated humanity’s past?
Do you flee your wings aberration?
Do you fall upon heavens above,
to make revisions?

Are Angels blind?

Do you still guide me, guardian angel,
in my human obtuseness?
Do you fill your wings with dereliction?
Do you call upon heavens above
to give us Vision…

Do Angels lie?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/15/05