The voices of angels
Hang by a thread
A ribbon from Heaven
Words yet unsaid
The sour tongue of sorrow
A tear from the sky
Reflection from mirror
A deep hanging sigh.
The sound of wings
Angels slowly unfurl
Shake free their worries
Lost in this world
Invisible footsteps
To echo unseen
Walk the dark corridor
Of each mortal dream.
The abandoned desk
Of poets now gone
Ink and yellowed paper
Now travelled on
To realms of pure beauty
Young women to smile
The death of the muse
Immortalized in time.