The clouds darken, we stand to part.
Blowing wind, a kiss forgot.
I feel your hands gently glide,
from my heart, from my side.
The grey mist trembles past my soul,
Your hug closes out the cold.
I know the angels pass.
Their tears will fall to the earth,
Separating lovers' hurt.
Your eyes sadden blue,
My heart feels it too.
Our hands finally do not meet.
You are gone from me.
Your voice echo dies.
And I stand alone this time,
I see the angels cry.
I thought that this poem was absolutely beautiful. You are very talented. The world definately needs more men like you. :)
this was
worth the
writing :*) .