If Angel's would walk and devils could fly, maybe they'd come together, meet one another in the sky. Mabey through poems  and sonnets they'd sort their differences. The ones who fell would retell how it felt to crash while the ones who didn't, would listen. Their sweet melodies would flow through the trees, touching every corner of earth. Causing  Evil and good to blend, in a divine song, like it should.
In whispers of wind, their tales would unite,The angels would speak of ethereal light,While devils might echo with laughter and fire,Finding in contrast a common desire.
Hand in hand through the clouds, they’d soar high,Each sharing their stories beneath a vast sky.The rhythm of heartbeats, both gentle and fierce,Would weave a tapestry that none could pierce. The shadows and lumens would dance and entwine,Creating a harmony both simple and divine.For in every struggle, in each tear we weep,Lies the path to understanding, our souls to keep.
So let us embrace, in our flaws and our grace,
The beauty of differences that time can’t erase.For in this grand symphony of life intertwined,We’ll find love’s sweet essence, in every heart combined.

Warm are the meadows that you put in my mind. The sky reflects your beauty like the sun that shines. Soft winds feel the air, equivalent to your angelic voice.

In these warm meadows is where I reside when I'm lost in you. I drink up its beauty, and bask in its subtle hue. Yes it is in these mindful fields, in which you unknowingly create, I feel closest to you.

When I finally meet the one I will know.
Their eyes will gaze into mine and mine the same. Our souls will mesh like universes colliding and we will become one. All the while being lost in their gaze, enamored by their eternal love.

Alone I stand, an image of a child stares back at me. He seems so familiar, but I know he couldn't be. His smile so joyful, his eyes so serene. It feels like he and I are one and the same, but there's such a difference inside and between us. The image, so surreal, so keen, begins to fade. Suddenly, I'm left with the reflection of myself and my numb expression. Then I wonder, if I am that child, and that child is me. Where did I lose my happiness, and when did I stop being the child I used to be?

A million bright stars.
In your eyes, calling to me.
Within them I'm free.

The day was cold, as cold as the head stone that sits at your grave. You set off to fight, for you were able bodied.
our mother begged and begged, she tried to make you stay. But when man makes up his mind, pleas and cries go unheard.
It's been several years since you left, so brave. Several years since they brought a flag, folded so neat to our home.
The sky that day was cold and gray. For when a brave soul dies, not even the banshee cries.

Sweet are the songs you sing to me.
As the time we share Together.
The words I hear, like melodies.
The angelic voice you lay bare.
If there's ever a day which comes to be.
Where you should leave me and the home we share.
I'll live alone, with only a memory.
Of the voice you laid bare.

I had this dream last night, I was floating endlessly, it was cold and dark. No one was there, it was so lonely, as I floated in the endless darkness. Floating and floating, on and on I went, never ceasing to drift. Till my body sunk, and I drown, in this self made dark abyss.