I hear violins playing
loves old sweet refrain.
I hear you calling out my name.
Life seems to be flown on angel wings
especially when old love calls for a fling.
The music in the background
remonstrates loves rhapsody,
and we are captured
to fly again on angel wings.
30 April 2008
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-fly-again-on-angel-wings/
