Pillow angels

Don´t throw feathers to heaven,
because there up angels are built.
Angels who cry tears of light.
And they can destroy everything.
"Everything" are only shadows
forbidding us to see any further.
Only sad excuses poured for the sun.
The big orange sun is the one
bringing pillow feather angels to life.
Your pillow smells like memories hiding bare feet.
You wake up walking on shattered glass.