Who belongs to the hand that carves the angels
into the cold stone of nothingness
beauty created smooth and serene
touched by the gift of ages.
Eyes that see where nothing sits
etched piece by piece from marble
bringing forth the creation of an angel
never meant to fly free.
Does she sit pondering her moments
as those who pass by reach out to touch
her silent face that cannot cry
for remembrance is her gift,
partake upon passing
to never forget who lay at her feet.
Souls without face and only a name
perhaps a year or day
never why they could not stay
but to gift with the angel for the balance
she rests sadly by,
until years pass and no one recalls
why and who,
she will still continue to touch
and inspire images to signify her being,
the gift of those who loved
once upon a time.
For some reason when I saw this image, the song from Annie Lennox kept playing in my head so thought I would share the words that won’t let me rest until I put them out there. One of my favorite songs from her, Youtube it if you’d like. It is beautiful indeed.
“Dying is easy
It’s living that scares me to death
I could be so content
Hearing the sound of your breath
Cold is the color of crystal the snow light
That falls from the heavenly skies
Catch me and let me dive under
For I want to swim in the pools of your eyes” Annie Lennox-Cold
Peace, Love and Patchouli 