The Angels Cry

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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