If I
believed in angels,
I would
wonder who
The
angel would be
Assigned
to look after me.
The
love I called sweet angel
Is gone
And I
let everything crumble into ruins since then
The
threads holding me to life
Dissolved
And I
am not a weaver to lace them back again
I ask
for an ethereal angel,
Sexless,
like I want to be.
Give me
a celestial angel
To
hover round me lovingly.
My
sweet angel, a love I thought
Was true
Packed
up, boarded a plane, and left me miserable and blue
Someone
enticed him to a far-off shore
Gleefully
now
Has him
in tow, back turned to me, he has abandoned me
In
myths, winged angels
Always
accompany your soul,
And at
life’s end they hold your hand
As
heartbeat fades and body turns cold.
I love
a man who is capricious,
To be
disconsolate
Is my
reward. A piece of me broke off and died
When
sweet capricious cast me aside.
Forsaken,
Not yet
a cynic, I choose to yearn for his return
If I
lacked passion
As do
ethereals,
How
fortunate would I be:
I’d
live each day agony free.
I know
angels do not exist,
Neither
in love, nor in the heavens:
They
live in dreams, they are a wish
And I
know I’m a fallen human,
Coveting
another’s happiness.
My cup raised
high, I toast to emptiness
I’ll
drink red wine till my bottle’s done.
Fly
down archangel, share a glass
Then
strike me lifeless,
Discard
me where the dead amass.
