Tuesday, November 24, 2009

City of…

Angels. I never really thought about how they never really leave us. Even at night, they watch down on us with blinking eyes. Green and red and white, again and again the white. Looking, searching. They are dark things, but gentle. Always looking, always finding us when we are weak.
When our thoughts are inward bound, when we are at play, when were at rest. They are quick minded, slipping around our slow perseption like a stalking cat. Quick and quiet they find us, just for a moment they touch us.
In the daylight they spread their wings and blanket miles with their soft, ghostly caress. They are flashy and bright, proud and noble. But also aloof. They cant be your friend, the light ones. The nightbirds are like sisters. The daybirds like kings. Which path is the better?
I guess we'll just have to wait and see. But I can say I have little use for kings.

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