Angels

They hang
Around fascinated
By us in our ruts unaware
Of them though they delight in
Nudging us along symmetrical
Paths while they cluster with
Wings outspread each sun
Rise and set fond of the
Breeze silent sharing
The moment then
Back to work on
Our crisis of
The day
Until
We
Go on
In a time
To our next
Assignment as
Who knows what.
We are more than
Just us a soul on a
Journey facets of a
Life of others past
Lives like waves
On a beach we
Roll up and on
Timeless on
Our way
Star to
Star
Old
Souls.