Angels

They are the angels, children of the blackened sky,
on silver stardust wings they fly,
And dance upon the clouds at night.

They reach out to the earth below,
while winds of pain and hatred blow,
To ease our aching human souls.

Unseen by weak and mortal eyes,
They ride the stars throughout the skies.
While moonlight shines to light their way.

But then the sun awakes at last,
Another cloudy night has past,
But its vast beauty goes unknown.

The angels hide throughout the day,
and take warm baths in the milky way,
Waiting for the moonlight's glow.