A poem that will never do her justice |
Forgive me Father, For I have sinned. In covetous and envy, Irascible with spite, It is you I vengefully renounce For the angel who now ascends to you in flight, Your holy child finally come home, I was not ready, she was mine And when across our paths she strode It did not occur That her presence here was but a visit From her heavenly abode. Once upon a dream – I knew an angel well I sang with Lady Nightingale as we danced among the stars And with grace a humble swan showed me endless love. How could I foresee the storm that raged ahead? So naive I must have missed Your implicit fine print That angels and mortals can not coexist Forgive me, Sweet Saint, For I have sinned. In impudence and ingratitude, Full of ignorance and folly, I neglected a rose long since wilted So selfishly I assumed Such beauty to be infinite For even as you faltered You bore an air of elegance So now I offer to you a little too late In vain grief and misery My tear-stained penitence Once upon a dream – I knew an angel well I sang with Lady Nightingale as we danced among the stars And with grace a humble swan showed me endless love. How could I foresee the storm that raged ahead? So naive I must have missed That implicit fine print That angels and mortals can not coexist Years since looking back I sit now in your meadow That blossomed from your love. So infectious was your heart - an unbiased epidemic - That the ones you left to mourn Rival a beach of sand And where your feet once walked Not even the ocean of time can wash away Once upon a dream - I knew an angel well But now the nightingale falls hoarse and the stars fade rather dim And fatigued, a swan lays to rest as the horizon grows ever grim. How could I foresee the storm that raged ahead? So naive I must have missed That implicit fine print That angels and mortals can never coexist. |