Angels Crying

The tears of Angels are falling down,
Seeping deep into barren ground.
My Liege, my Lord - the thirst remains,
Though this soul is washed in rains.

Lost heart cracked in deepest places,
Parched soul touched with softest traces.
Seraphs, tell me, if you will -
Is Love a lie? Are dreams still real?

Precious pain, you hold me tight,
My loss brutal in the long black nights.
I find myself alone outside,
Washed in the tears of Angels.

Essence of God, essence of love,
Gentlest hands from up above.
One drop does reach into my core,
A kiss from heaven, then a sweet downpour...

A seed survived, sweet miracle;
Soaked in tears forevermore...

Thank you so much for the flowers, PKH!
~ Wes