In the time of being lonely <br />I often think of you. <br /> <br />The wings and the invisible power <br />of your compassionate well intentioned look. <br /> <br />Walking alone, thinking in the dark, <br />living letting yourself go... <br />What is the curse which separates us? <br /> <br />The world has been disenchanted. <br />Contagious mediocrity, <br />prudent scare, <br />fearful steps, <br />unspoken words. <br /> <br />Why can´t you use your wings? <br />Why can´t you be felt, <br />Full of light, smile, fresh air? <br /> <br />Cut out wings, <br />invisible flames. <br />The deep sadness of the angel <br />who is looking from the tree, <br />powerless.<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-sitting/
