Angel’s Tears

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Whose song shall I sing
When the voices of trees
Loose language?
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Shall there be a song
Of wild winds howling through
Dead branches and empty sky?

May I sing of star memories,
Those eons of lonesome brightness,
Uncountable in their vastness?

Are there ballads recounting
Tales when there was nothing,
Before the birth of time?

Can I sing about tomorrow
Before our own wane sun rises
Coldly burning away all hope?
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Will you allow that I
May sing a lullaby of nonsense,
To sooth our sleepless dreams?
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Oh My Love, I foolishly cry
My song through my unspoken words.
Who listens to hear silent music?
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The chorused pain of Angels sings,
In roaring silence, resonance
Periods too long for corporal ears.
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But I do see in the darkness,
Sparkling and dazzling rainbows
Of whirling Angel’s tears.
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12.27.2014
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