Against
my lips sweet lies of love thou mouth’,
Lines learnt
by heart in the deepest of nights,
Rehearsed,
untrue, made to bend my weakened soul
To thou,
whose being I shall forever worship.
Thine is
the voice I hear within my dreams,
It draws my
smile when days look cold and grim.
Searching
for a beauty untold I found,
Feathers
of this Gabriel among mortals,
who
stayed on Earth, but is wanted in Heaven.
Whilst I
stare at thy form through hard, unyielding glass
And seek,
teary-eyed, upon the mighty starred sky
A sign that
Death will not too soon take me
So that I
might behold thine kiss once more
I pray –
wonder - are thou real or thought?
