Anguish of the Angel

As I glide down the ravine to the pearly sand

I felt the gust of wind flutter my wings

I am far from my home, the palace among the stars

Where resides my brethren serving our holy father.

I was lost in pride and blind with envy

to see my lord endear the lesser sons

For the creatures of mud and his breath

Placed high in his pious heart pained mine for long.

The morningstar was right, said my heart

While the whispers of my soul asked for faith

It was then my father himself showed the way

Descent from the stars, walk among men and seek the truth.

The day is new, fresh with dew and chill

An infant sun rises deep from the turquoise depths

My soles feel the touch of the virgin land

While the white froth of the sea kisses my toes.

I wander from the lonely shore to the holiday sort

Fathers and mothers, sons and daughters with their laughter

Sand castles and sea shells, snorkels and palm leaves

The aroma of spices and freshness of coconectar lingers here.

This is where heaven truly is and not at the swirl palace

Whispers the lightbringer form the great beyond

Sly he is; fallen from the sky to the fiery pit

Speaks to me the injustice of clay golems placed better than us.

They laugh and they sing, make merry while we serve

Blessed to born; growth to robust and to grey they are,

While we linger in the moment of our birth; in curse of immortality

Denied we are the joys of a life and death.

The chatter of the child brings me back

From the mind of the fallenone to the midst of the jovial crowd

As I glide hollow among them I felt my despair grow

Shaded from their senses I am by my heavenly aura.

Away from the crowd I ran swift and unseen

Beyond their shrill voices and the cracking laughter that I envied

I ran and ran beyond the rocks that weep with the tide

Till the voices failed to reach my tormented ears.

Why father have you given them everything?

A virgin land lush green and a mellow sea deep blue

The company of each other and the joys of love and the fruit it bore

For the mantle of parenthood is what I miss the most.

My sorrowful face was turned to the breaking waves

Where my sullen eyes fell upon something crimson by the beach

Squinting and straining I neared it only to repeal in horror

It lied like a broken doll gifted by the sea.

The little face was pale, the tiny fingers wrinkled

The eyes that once shown with hope had lost their light

They were yet open, lifeless and pleading

Please don’t take me, three years is too short a time to live.

The gentle sea caressed him with her tender waves

Like his mother rocked his cradle many a days ago

Her loving tides ruffled his auburn hair

Like his father did at times with love.

The anguish I felt was beyond my bearing,

And my screams echoed across the worlds far and wide

Unheard by the men deaf to the plight of his brethren

Went on with his wars blind to the joys of life.

He was Aylan my son, said that Lord soothing my sorrow

He is the son that I loved and lost before his time

The blood and tears of the innocent is the price that I pay for my blind love

For it is in my name my sons slaughter each other.

In the field of corpses Aylan is just a grain

Like the sand that lines this vast beach

It is my fate to witness the wails and mourns

While I repulse in bitter agony at the evil that I blew life into.