The tears of the angel
well up in her eyes
refractions of light,
rainbow skies
Two gifts lay before her
one wrapped in silver,
the other in gold
(simplistic answers/stories untold)
One to give...
one to receive
torn and tempted
Contemplating the exchange...
Weighing the cost, the taste is
familiar,
...it's bittersweet
...And she sits in silence
the waters - smooth and languid
like a sheet of blue irridescent
glass
Sweet Angel's tears
ripple the calm waters
exposing the churning undercurrents
that lie just below the surface
Angel knows
one gift must be offered
"There is no middle ground my
sweet."
The VOICE echoes in her head
with the beat of ten thousand primal
drums
drowning out the sweet music of the
flutes
She waits...
She waits for someone to take one of
these gifts from her
She waits...
Do you know what each gift contains?
Do you want to know?
"Angel Tears" words by Sienna
artwork by Zoey
