The Rippling Wings Poem by Antonio Liao

smooth as the cumulus clouds
in the sky,
tardy and furious subject to
clash in the mantle of the dark
sun

wings can fly as high as the sky,
reaching beyond the
cripple eyes of the sun; as the
color clouds rain the coming
day, the stumble angel capture the
the profane prey


the heaven peace
is always a lasting place; resting
of the feet that knee, a beauty
that everybody can see and
wings that take us to flee


thou it is cut, yet! refilling
ready to catch the rippling
Angels