Angel Wings

rested the angel wings, challenged
the heart, greeted our morals,
and our seats would sing
and tables held strong
and would chorus in the clink
of glass in hand
and pirouette each smile into a frenzy
of dance, of glossy words
and forgiving eyes true bright
from any bruise of any loss
of near love expressed
in that hug never left
in that hug of always
where the true celebration would begin
without fret of any broken cadence
rhythm, joys of the disjointed
makes god of us all