I cry at night
Every night
It seems

I can't tell you why
I don't know why
I cry at night

Maybe it's where I feel safest
Or maybe it's where I can hide
Every night I cry

Tears just roll
My nose gets stuffy
When I cry at night

I try to escape
Think of happiness
But still I cry

My heart feels broken
It hurts at night
That's why I cry

At night
Every night
I cry

In the land of angels and demons
Most angels with the purest soul
Have the darkest demons
Inside their minds
Waiting for the right time
To trap you in your own head

There was an Old Person of Cromer,
Who stood on one leg to read Homer;
When he found he grew stiff,
He jumped over the cliff,
Which concluded that Person of Cromer.

The melding , waxing Moon ...
Coyote's vociferate for her favor in April
Katydids bathe in nocturnal blessings
Tree frogs sing the same sad tunes ,
cry for the pleasing call of Cicadas in the month of June ..

The angels that you can and cannot see
float in and out of life so gracefully;
enfold in winged embraces one by one,
celestial comforters when day is done.
Some angels take the shapes of passers-by
so you might see the Spirit in their eyes.
A smile that lifts the day from the mundane;
a kind hand up, a loving act conveyed.
The unseen angels hover in the realm
where power manifested overwhelms
our common senses. There behind the scenes
they battle fears and reinforce our dreams.
Take counsel from a humbled man, once proud;
they only enter lives when they're allowed.