Can you let go now
Of something that you left
behind,
Yet something that waits behind
the closed door, and the dusty blind
The tender heart killed in an ambush
of flight running through the killing
fields, running through the night
The killing fields of life
Something so innocent
As a caring smile or a cuddled child
that made you forget what life
was about
Your life hanging in some kind of balance
Till the angels feather .slightly .knocks the scales
And you are put to right