The Cherub's Path
I could barely hear the syllables dissolving
Phosphorescently
Trailing behind him as he wafted forward
What he said
I am not sure
I think it was
‘I have to go
Into my life that you have drawn upon this page
Just in front of me’
I don’t think he wanted to go
It was that forward thrust of one foot fore and one back
I made him do it
The angel who has no choice but to follow the vector of his creation
