By My Angel's Dying Tears

For the one I can’t forget.

I can see a shattered body, lying

Broken in the snow. A lonesome crying

Moan echoes low from fissures deep, while still

The birds chant in the morn. The winter chill

On yawning wounds does frost and masque the ache,

Yet when the summer reigns in, shall the snake

Spit poison of a memory, and scars

Will seep sorrow and pathos, and the stars

Will split and dash away in pitying

Witness. When the new born and breezy spring

Comes prancing round the world, then the rainbows

Will cry for me. The clouds do hide them now,

As I sit, watch the body lie. The bough

Beneath me creeks and groans while sadness runs

Viscous through. O why did we drink the sun’s

Forbidden rays, and wash in secret streams?

Why did that foul venomous water seem

Crystal and pure, yet tumble you and left

Me to endure? I can see, light-bereft,

Your eyes shine golden smiles, and I know that

Rapture draped his warm arms about you. Sat

Here, I can do nothing, and here I wait

All gargoyled-in, lament-stricken. Sedate.

  ©Daegal