I dream of angels,
their wings broken,
their halos gone,
tears
dried on faces
too beautiful
to look upon.
mt forest
This painting was done from a photograph I took of a sculpture in the Royal Ontario Museum. The wings are from the Winged Victory in the Louvre. I wrote the poem one night when I lay down to go to sleep. I was lying there thinking and came up with this. I sat up, turned the light on, and wrote it down. It's only the second poem I ever wrote, but I think it's the best one.