...to stand between the candle and the shinging room...
"An angelface smiles to me under a headline of
tragedy. That smile used to give me warmth.
Farewell - no words to say beside the cross on
your grave and those forever burning candles.
Needed elsewhere to remind us of the shortness
of our time. Tears laid for them. Tears of love,
tears of fear. Bury my dreams, dig up my
sorrows. Oh, Lord why the angels fall first.
Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri La.
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ.
I'll never understand the meaning of the right.
Ignonrance lead me into the light. Sing me a song
of your beauty of your kingdom. Let the
melodies of your harps caress those whom
we still need.
Yesterday we shook hands. My friend.
Today a moonbeam lightens my path.
My guardian.
Angels
.......fall
..........first"
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