Angela's Sleeping

angela's sleeping
inside her head,
she dances to sounds
we'll never know

angela's hand
is to be led
past final fields
of sun burnt snow

to lay in some
imagination
turning twisting
like a fallen leaf

her head moves
in contemplation,
her hear moves
toward new relief

and if you will
to take a chance
don't blame her
if circumstance

isn't for the best
or works for life,
angela's sleeping
out past the lights