the angel travels beside each boot kick, a single coin nailed to her hand,no body but chains dragging a setting sun caught in a diamond blast, she whispers as rainbows drip to a level sea which hides so many thoughts drowning ,in the distant shout ,a wolf crouchs, in a distant shout a wolf pounces, but you only hear the echos ,they bounce so far out of sight who knew that vision was a limited space, the angel treads across so many lands so many forests so many hearts ,dry, beating ,yet always heavy,,and somewhere in that shout lost in progress a wolf waits ,a pond unseen lays fresh its surface, wild crazy motion skimmed across the velvet point of time, love, too sleep on that spread of angel feather, to pull close that wolf, to live and spoil this pleasent surface, now the rainbow ocean has called the name ,