The Captive Angel

THE SNOW and coarse wind both plunge down over oceans Unbound and unmeasured by obstinate sailors Who drift while confronting ungrappled emotions Like obdurate petrels and stoical whalers. Imprisoned ashore on a cliff is the mourner Whose wings have been severed by devious captors; He peers through the mist as he hides in his corner: How blithe is Life’s book, but how sad is his chapter! Condemned to uncover eternity’s cryptic And coveted secrets, he ponders the vastness Of solitude cloaking a recondite, mystic Philosophy hidden with infinite deftness. The high-soaring tower which serves as his prison Stands firm by the mountains’ impassable summits; Escape though he might, how unfit is this season Of menacing gales where the precipice plummets! Beset by despair is this desolate being Who once wished to flee his old life’s empty guises; How downcast was he to find out, upon fleeing, That loneness and death were his only surprises! Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com