Do Angels Cry Too
The curtains on a somber evening fell
as weeping angels hushed and pulled me near;
assurances of love they'd softly tell,
to calm a soul who lost a love so dear.
Like ribbons on a memory I reached
to tie them all together in a bow,
now wrapped in every prayer that was beseeched
and warmed within the heaven's lovely glow.
Still, why are Cherished stolen from our midst
before we have a chance to say goodbye -
regrets for one last time we should have kissed,
or even one last time we could have cried.
Yet still through angel tears that have been shed,
I can't believe the thought that you are dead.
Copyright © craig cornish