nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

MOMENTS LONG

A silent whisper
Travels long
In the emptiness
Of night
While the sorrow
Of injustice
Sprouts wings
To take flight.

The lonely pathway
Takes its calling
From  stars
That shine above
Tender moonlight
Bathes the heartache
Of lovers tears
Lost in love.

The angels
Drooping wings
Marble eyes
That look on
Timeless
And in wonder
Repeated
Moments long.