Happiness In Lesser Things

Joy has stripped the wings off of the angels;

white, immaculate, pristine.

Scatter them on the ground-

shatter, splinter.

It happens in dreams, in wake.

It sounds like church bells, a white wedding.

Shot-gun. Take me to the alter.

Watch me kneel.

Laughter explodes. Happiness flutters,

broken wings spread before them.

A million candles have lit,

eternal joy blinds you.

(@Nyhterides)