Seven Angels flitted ‘round my brain
as sweet butterflies of light might
lighten my darkness in deep nights
of existential despair.
Seven Sisters of Pleiades suffer
from the heavens of Taurus to
salve the desire to return to
my souls nakedness.
Hyades comfort me while Athena
protects me when Atlas shrugs
as he holds this lonely blue planet
above with its eternal turmoil.
3 thoughts on “Seven Angels”
We tremble when Atlas shrugs. I love this, Ed and it’s not every day we get to see salve used in a piece 🙂
Thanks. It is an interestng one for sure.
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You’re kindly welcome, Ed.