Of Angels and Shooting stars

A road illuminated in the silver light,
the rains had left the world quite wet,
Walking along in the death of the night,
An angel it was that I met.

There she lay in the shadows dark,
troubled by the misery in her soul,
her halo mellow her body stark,
struggling to make herself feel whole.

Pearls of tears streamed from her face,
they made the world look bleak,
And when her eyes met my gaze,
I asked her why did she weep.

Said said she had got caught into the night,
And she was looking around for day,
but however hard she looked there was no light,
What more now could she say.

She once walked amongst us all,
an angel amidst the crowd,
and when she rose up to touch the sky,
She found herself in a dark cloud.

For a second suspended in the air,
then down to earth she fell,
Wondering if what she had done was right or fair,
Thinking wether or not to tell.

She said it was human that she had become,
due to a mistake that she had made,
No where to hide and no where to run,
and the memories just would not fade.

Though her tears were her's alone,
Not for herself were they shed,
for her prayers were aimed for someone else's home,
though difficult times lay ahead.

With a dry smile away she soared,
I saw her from afar,
Maybe she was an angel no more,
but I was gazing upon a shooting star.

Images - By the Hearth

The morning will come, I have been told,
But I don't see it there,
I am sitting here, crouched in the darkness,
wondering what is right and what fair.
The rains have graced the thirsty earth,
I know that smell too well,
But no fire graces this blackened hearth;
Maybe it needs new stories to tell.

You make a road map of my past,
No whites, no blacks, just filled with grey;
The anomalies that the darkness reveals,
Are so well hidden from the sun's rays.

I think back on what it is that I've done,
And the thoughts just go astray.
The mysteries of life and death yet to come,
They take my peace away.

I am a mirror, reflecting all I can,
A lamp to give all light,
And yet I happen to be that very man,
That gave up during his fight.