I have seen,
angels give their wings
to the mud,
of loss,
of ache,

and I have seen
stars give their light,
to the darkness…

I have heard laments,
and love songs,
sang from broken hearts,

watched swans wings broken,
at the hand of careless boys
who thought it sport,
to make game of her
brokenness.

I have loved broken
things,
held them carefully,
as they stretched broken wings,
and waited till they would
fly away,
and wondered if they ever
thought of me,
in the silence of those great
starry flights…
Did they remember
as the wind lifted them higher,

wondering if they could
remember the warmth
of the once shared fire,
as I prayed for them,
feeling lost and alone
those quiet summer nights.

(c) 2015 DM