Weeping Angel Wings (Photo credit: Photo Dean)
I cannot stand
The aching of unfolding wings
Re-structuring my bowing back
The heaviness of astral strings
I cannot bear
The fluttering, heaving, hopeful heart
Beseeching for some kindness here
That sad bereavement may depart
I cannot carry
The pain across my shoulder blades
Perpetual call of seraphim
The yearning for the gentler glades
I cannot count
Dissolving sands across bleak years
The call of faithful to the deaf
The gathering of unshed tears
I cannot take
This duty that here binds my soul
This failing, falling, grieving earth
That devastation swallows whole
I cannot stand
The aching of unfolding wings
The gap between the needs of man
And solace, which it never brings
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
A heartfelt gift you give the earth here. Don’t ever feel like you are not doing something. 🙂
Thank you so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
yes the gap between the needs of man is huge and we can’t take for granted what they are from one person to another. Well done Helen.
Thanks Michael!! 🙂 🙂
…….. the aching of unfolding wings….
very powerful imagery Sis xxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂
This goes down as one of my favorites Helen wow positively breath-taking, achingly beautiful! Love love love
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Exquisite Helen 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I love this. 🙂 ❤ it's amazing.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
A great nostalgia;the gap between what could be and what is. Do you write as quickly as you read? This was very polished, very clean agony.
I do write quickly – and often only one draft of poems, they just kind of come from ‘somewhere’ sometimes – this being one of those type. 🙂 🙂 Thanks so much!!