The Angels Cry
Student of life, lifelong learner, mother, writer, artist, poet, dancer, musician, and martial artist ... passionate about all of these.
A New Beginning
The Angels Cry
That day my words of love I did attest
Lying still, thy head metaphorically placed on my tempered chest
Sparking my placid heart to torrid blaze
My plight now lost betwixt loves divergent maze
I saw the lucent cinder of time’s static gale
Like a ship on ocean still, victim to a wind whose force did fail
Clutching to retain the life I once pledged to know
Now Hope abides, the angels cry, my heart swells with urgency to grow
Yes this day I stood on a hill and looking I did see
The abiding passion from your soul reaching out for me
Then without fear my eye’s tears, dare they shed
Oh! you thief of my heart. Now covetous of my head.
Standing now frozen in time by trepidation and stagnant fear
Scolding the moment that time manipulated me into care
Lost now in emotions is my reverend nature to be free
Succumbed, blinded by the desire to be one with thee
© 2016 Gina Welds