
Sometimes the sky’s too bright
To see the clouds or birds.
Sometimes the sun burns through
The shade of leafy trees,
And blinds impatient eyes,
Still searching for visions
Of angels smiling
At the fire in her eyes.
Alas the sky’s too bright
To taste the salt in her tears,
Or quell the thirst in her heart,
And yet she journeys on
In search of her angels.
