Wings To Fly Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Wings to fly
where man has not gone before
where angels gather thoughts
reading biographies and sifting
through pages of evil and good
I sit among stars at every night hour
circle the moon
combing through clouds
when the moment is quiet
I take a swig at peace
smile at ghosted satellites
signaling earth to protect our real estate
from tsunami and angry mud-slides
come home in the wee hours on a Sunday
post myself at the front-row pew
in the cathedral
offer a prayer for many
waiting for the bell to toll.