' Stone angels are found all over the world, standing at the head of fallen soldiers graves. This is poem is for all those soldiers, you are not forgotten.' <br /> <br />Behind old, rusting gates. <br />Between a congregation of long sealed fates. <br />This night, beneath a starless sky <br />where once great warriors sleep, <br />I saw a stone angel weep <br /> <br />In cold, damp nights. <br />At dark, bloodied battle sites. <br />This night, beneath a full moons' light, <br />between young mens' shattered dreams, <br />I listened to stone angel screams. <br /> <br />Through a young man's courage, <br />because of a corpsman's triage, <br />This night, in my fathers' land, <br />as a broken mother cries, <br />I heard a thousand stone angel sighs. <br /> <br />Under hostile fire, <br />Behind rusted barb wire, <br />This night, beneath tracers' thundering reign <br />while longing lovers dream emotional, <br />I saw a stone angel sentinel. <br /> <br />In bright city light, <br />or dark jungle nights, <br />This night, beneath a strangers' stars, <br />while lonely babies sleep, <br />I pray for the guard, that stone angels keep. <br /> <br />Behind an old, rusting gate, <br />erected neither in love nor hate, <br />This night, when old mothers weep <br />at marble feet, where heroes keep, <br />I realised, the stone angels never sleep. <br /> <br />1996<br /><br />Dewald Viljoen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stone-angels/
