Only wings can know the subtle changes in the direction of the wind.
Only cold blooded things gravitate to feel heat or the coolness on their skin.

Only the lonely face their loneliness from within.,
only in their emptiness, could they ever see the gift of life awakening again.

Only some of the lonely, can ever find this saving grace.
I love all the lonely, I grieve for the angels that helplessly let go of love’s embrace.
They will be locked into the abyss, and will fall from their divine place.

Pleeeeeeeeese try to help them, sigh, so much longer, so much longer, so very much longer it will take, for a raging stream to straighten its banks,
for the wind to fool a bird’s sacred grace, for time to stop its revealing pace.

Hold in your arms the innocent ones who have tried , and now they are gone, into the darkened mist, into a place some say does not exist.