Gleaming beads of desire
descend from morbid clouds above.
Each one whispering
its miserable tale to the voiceless wind.
I strain to listen to the hush of silence
as the world flows by with piercing clatter.
I reach out to each drop
in hope of hearing a single soft word.

But each one slips off my fingertip
and plummets to the steaming tar below.
I glance at the dreary sky
filled with the nightmares
of flawless angels above,
The dreadful knowledge they conceal beneath their wings
is unfolded with every strike of golden lightening.

Yet not one conscience creature listens
for we are too occupied to notice,
the silent thunder of distant choirs
humming tunes of angels' tears.