And Angels Weep
Poem
She’s lead Transmuted into gold through love Their hearts Bound deep but forever apart Their loneliness echoes in each other’s soul Yet they never speak, and angels weep She’s truth Harshly spoken through grim lips Their words Anger and love oscillating through time Their calls to be together always out of sync Yes, they never speak, and angels weep She’s gone With silence as deadly as any word Their spirit Two halves of a suspicion-split tree Her path no longer his path, whichever path he choose If only they could speak, angels might not weep She’s hope A memory held and cherished Their friendship Fading and forgotten cherry embers Can they rekindle a flame that once scorched both? And speak, so angels joyfully weep. She’s unforgotten A shade of shadowed sadness Their love Forever lost in his ritual remembering Will they burn as spirits entwined when their bodies decay? Become angels who watch over hearts who weep.