Angel Has Fox

Feathers fall where lanterns glow, Silent tracks through drifting snow. Foxfire burns along the trees, A hidden hymn inside the leaves. Every shadow keeps a voice, Every ending leaves a choice. Angel has Fox in the quiet sky, A tethered thread that won’t untie. Through shifting glass we still remain, Both the fracture and the name. Shattered wings on mirrored ground, Moments fade but circle round. Fox runs wide, chasing lines of light, Angel guards the folding night. Every silence hides a flame, Every fracture wears a name. Angel has Fox in the quiet sky, A tethered thread that won’t untie. Through shifting glass we still remain, Both the fracture and the name. No horizon pulls us near, Time bends forward, disappears. Fox and Angel, shapes contend, Every loss rewrites the end. YOU TAUGHT ME TO FLY! Angel has Fox when the dawn returns, Every scar is how it learns. Through broken hymns we find a way, A memory we chose to stay.