In The Arms Of An Angel

Coldly,
the wind brushes her long linen hair back to
the moon she sits on;
it’s harder to lay on than one might think – numbing.
Always looking down,
where the bright lights linger
up to her lonely silence;
where the wishes meant for the stars are caught
in her wispy gown –
Find me.

The stars aren’t that special up here,
much like the boring moon.
There’s life from where I perch;
even when the dark night sky falls on us,
there is no silence, nor despair.
I see the first kiss in the snow,
the storms calm over the ocean,
the bird who flies so close,
so close…

It’s not so wonderful up here:
it’s cold, quiet and alone.
I watch from above because it’s comforting and peaceful.
Stay as long as you can,
- you may have heartbreak,
but you do have a heart
- you may cry
but you have the tears to cry about
- you may die
but at least you can escape.

Eternally watching,
Eternally tormented,
And like the angels that hold you,
I am not seen either,
but am looking through a one-way window,
at a life I could never have.