…………. …Airheads on angel wings
We were born walking on air –
much too heady for our friends –
we use our feet like skipping stones
across the clouds – around the bend,
while others work and toil all day;
sprinkle *stardust* in lovers eyes
to help them look at life anew –
refreshed in wonder – lover’s hue!
Born to roam from star to friend –
then friend to star and back again –
we zip toe through dark’s starry night,
dub kindred spirits – change left to right –
we are peace-seeking missiles – amen!
born of angel wings we learn love well –
but we’re little devils when it comes to fun,
we make our mischief – then run like hell!
Copyright © Janet Leigh Dowd
.photo by midnightvelvet59