Angels and life

Enlightenment of sorts.

Angels


Somehow ending here,
not truly that clear.
As the quiet tear,
falls so close, so near.
Angels falling.
Wings as spread before,
now will they nay soar.
Hitting to the core;
longing for much more.
Our true Calling.

Time passing me by...
All to do is sigh.
As the day turns to nigh.
Watching the birds fly.
To only soar.
If only to be;
if only to see.
Loosing, if they flee
their humanity.
We loose the war.