While you slept the sleep <br />of innocence, <br />two angels wept <br />hot tears of silence. <br />Until their <br />master mentioned, <br />quite casually, <br />that resurrection was <br />foregone conclusion. <br />I am no angel <br />but I could be <br />with you when <br />the raindrops of <br />my love <br />would cover you, <br />perhaps you'd ask me <br />then to drink them back. <br />And two new angels <br />would go to sleep together, <br />to share each other. <br /> <br />All angels would be smiling.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-5/
