Spirit of Place : angel poem for Thora Rd Chrysalis to Tyrion

Chrysalis to Tyrion 24.06.06

I come away,
long ago.
It was the true colours
that lent me
God-speed.

This may have been
the essence
of-it-all,
I do not remember,
and this may have been
the Heart-of-it-all,
I do not remember.

Peace was following closely
an angel to-be-sure

and then the waves
began to break.

Foam,
I am
now.

I make forms.