In Peace

In a darkened room the angels hover while a woman sleeps And thunderous rain sends morse messages to the heavens while down the stairs a raging fire burns warming cold souls Twelve bells as the old clock marks the hour not recognising day or night Blossoms in the gardens fold their petals fearing the dark And all the while, gentle clouds of breath escape those red lips Oblivious, cocooned in starched sheets on a bed of down The woman rests before her last descent Weeping angels watch As the fire rages on