To Angels

                                                                                             The love I love does not exist

                                                                                   Behold the angels that do not weep

                                                                      Observe their faces, joyful, jubilant, and fair

                                                                                           On they stare and do not care

How many have pleaded and pledged

How many desperate

How many grieving

How many guilty, lonely

Dead

How many love us

                                                                                                                        I want you

                                                                                                               I would love you

                                                                                                              Let me know you

Listen to the words they spill

Seeping souls till gone

They only love us when they want

Tragic will continue the life it lives

                                                                                                                                   But

You know not

The world

Nor heavens

Nor hells

Of love

We may not leave this place

Chained as we are to mort

What is a chained life for joy on wings?

But that makes us not obliged

To suffer whims

For what your “love”

So needs of us

We wish…

                                                                                                                             A wish?

We are but sibilant sigils of sky

But make a sign of this

One life of love is meaningless

As inevitably consumed by death

Gods make ashes of wishes