Spinning like a dreidel

adrift amidst the mountains of time,

writhing above the peaks

and blowing kisses at the silent snow.


Watching as others struggle,

water-logged minds

and heavy bodies

commanded by gravity.


Giggling at the clarity,

which had so long remained hidden

beneath shrouds of humanity.


Gasping with lost breath

the angels beat their wings and rise higher,

escaping the radiating pain

of earth.



The stars painted their skins

dipping fingers of silver tears

onto their bodies.


They worked with the surface,

painting the inside on the out,

till each one was drenched with wonder

at the transformation.


Hair plastered from fake rain

they stared at the mirrors

until they dissolved into transparency,

locked forever behind the glass

they once adored.