Uncertain smiles and angel hairs

When all was said, and all was done (excepting what was planned to do) Then at the day’s long-setting sun I wondered at the follow-through And still it takes me unaware Uncertain smiles and angel hairs I choke on moments passing by And roll on horns in slumber’s wrest But feeling better! Ask me why My heart feels light within my breast. And still sometimes my heart will sing Of keening eyes and angel wings And things aren’t wrecked and wretched wrought Though who can judge it best? Not I. Some say forgive, some say forgot While I must wander, ponder, try I know it best, but sometimes bested: Taught by gods, by angels tested Mark Burton Sunday, November 12th, 2006, 12:48 P.M.