Mortal AngelsThough my life this far hasn’t seen much grief,
It has sorrow.
As I look at myself thru others eyes,
In the mirror I see the sighs.
Life wearing on my soul as much as on the fine lines of my face.
It’s been said we all have angels.
If ever a mortal heard an angels voice
It would be in a garden in the cool of sunset.
It’s presence is clear like the mirrors,
Our lives have visions in them.
Some have angels watching over their shoulders
While taking a glimpse into the glare.
While others are left to stand alone
Taking in the view.
Swallowing down the deep sigh of life.
Letting it go as if they are mortal angels.