devina, its very sad to see this angel so sad. Sometime when this little angel has cried her last tear, she will remember that she can fly. So fly away on these Winter nights, and the moon will be your calming light.
....Oh darkness, darkness of winters night afraid you are of the Angels light. Run away you evil gloom, for its the time of the winter moon.
This one actually came to me at the old wondering of where rain comes from...it's an obsession of mine, and maybe raindrops are just sad tears of a lonely angel (with a little of my feelings at the moment added in) Thanks for all your replies..and James-knowing my present mood...I'm glad you sensed a bit of my own despair in this, much love ~D
Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...
[This message has been edited by devina (edited 01-31-2000).]
Escondido, CA USA
Someday she'll spread her wings again; she'll reveal her ever-glowing warmth. Her shadows of sadness will become shadows of flight. She'll feel NEW happiness never felt before. Because the people that love her and the angels beside her will mend her broken heart.