When the vivid red of satan <br />leaves my shrinking veins, <br />then a stratus lays before <br />and from deep, deep wells of pain <br />oceans of tears have eyes to cry. <br />Ever falling blackness. <br />Bottomless, silent pools <br />that reflect nothing. <br /> <br />Lift me, black angel, <br />carry me high, <br />let me touch scarlet clouds <br />and dance in the sky. <br /> <br />Can I walk with the sun? <br />Can I run with the moon? <br />I beg you dark angel, <br />carry me soon. <br /> <br /> <br />Sally Plumb<br /><br />Sally Plumb Plumb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swing-high-swing-low-2/
