The last body waits in the center of the room
and listens to the echoes;
the receding colors that dance on walls
painting landscapes dipped in falling time
the hum of fading stars
the ach of forgotten promises
abandoned shadows left to whisper in the corners
The body waits.
Until its wings slowly dissolve,
drawn up and up like thinning mist,
into a vast emptying space.
Another Angel left to sing in an ancient sky.