to my wife

for you and i.
the angels fall.
god throws them from heav'n.
to twinkling.
catch fire from the sun.
countless rebel.
cast aloft.
clinging with fingers fragile.
as heav'n's tantrum shaking.
flings them free.
i hold your hand.
you sigh.
this was made for you.
and i.

submitted by Steffan Ziegler
age 28
Seattle, Washington, USA
April 1999

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