'Angels hit the ground'

'Angels hit the ground' timothy r gates, 3/31/2012

Angels hit the ground,

splat,

as i live in the chatter.

the sound of

silence

awakens me

when i'd rather not

see, hear, and

God forbid speak sparingly.

Joy in the

day, or in others,

but what of joy,

just joy

within now?

This is where i pray,

the Angel's wings are not wax,

or if they are,

that the sun forgets to melt them.