If I believed in angels
I would wonder who
The angel would be
Assigned to look after me.
The love I called sweet angel
I let everything crumble into ruins since then
The threads holding me to life
I am not a weaver to lace them back again
I ask for an ethereal angel
Sexless like I want to be
Give me a celestial angel
To hover round me lovingly.
My sweet angel, a love I thought
Packed up, boarded a plane, and left me miserable and blue.
Someone enticed him to a far-off shore
Has him in tow, back turned to me, he has abandoned me.
In myths, winged angels
Always accompany your soul,
And at life’s end they hold your hand
As heartbeat fades and body turns cold.
I love a man who is capricious
To be disconsolate
Is my reward. A piece of me broke off and died
When my capricious angel left my side.
But not a cynic, I choose to yearn for his return.
If I lacked passion
As do ethereals,
How fortunate would I be:
I’d live each day agony free.
I know angels do not
Neither in love, nor in the heavens: they live in dreams, they are a wish.
And I know I ‘m a failed human
Of others’ happiness. My glass raised high, I toast to emptiness.
I’ll drink red wine till the bottle’s done
Fly down archangel to share one glass
Then strike me lifeless,
Abandoned where the dead amass.