Angel

When angels hurt day or night
a scar is drawn on the moonlight

a crack that leads into my heart
a vespered grief about to start

a spreading wrinkle around the world
for hope to seize and plans to hold

when angels cry beneath the sky
no body dares to ask them why

except for me who knows you’re there
and I am stuck upon the earth

to count the days of missing you
the sharpest blade to push right through

when angels sleep after the rain
I close my eyes to dream in vain

your golden hair your cherry lips
your smile that alive me keeps

into the picture we took together
and pledged our love will live forever.