Angel of Wax…
Once upon a time…A man…
Loved a woman so dearly…
For someone she died far away-
In tears he waited unknowingly…
Then A Sculptor he became &…
Lived with all statues he made…
A journey of love t' was as if…
A gift to everything he prayed…
Beautiful her eyes placidly veiled…
Dreamt in them he carved all day…
His heart prayed but never healed,
When dreams they were of wax & clay…
A night came an angel of death…
As a wind he felt tried to unfold-
The veil of statues tearfully woven
& heard a voice far in the cold…
“So perfect you are god did say…
butStatues made look deformed to me…”
Said from a corner he far away…
"who'd know what they're meant to be…"
"God doesn't know a story they tell…
I loved her more in every glimpse…
Her tears I wiped in loneliness…
Her cheeks still have, my fingerprints…”
“Look…her lips are all smudged-
Carved by me, over there…
Pressed against mine as if…
…But I was never really there…”
“Look…her fingers are all curled-
Like a destiny she owned…
she caressed me when I’d shiver…
But I was really all alone…”
“Look…her stomach pressed-
Deep inside over there &…
My heart listened to her womb…
But I only wish…if I was there…”
“Look…her wings have uneven depths…
& tears of me journeyed to solace…
God wouldn’t know of all those breaths…
Had a meaning only on her face…”
“Look…her wedding dress I jaded-
Petals of flowers broken I bought…
Many years back a man kissed her…
Wedding bells rang…my tears I fought…
Deformed……they were made…
Now you know why…
When god wasn’t perfect…
Then how could I……?"
“I still hold her hand…
Before I fall asleep…
She wouldn't know I miss her still…
Before I begin to weep…”
“Her presence deformed you saw but…
Dreams they were when I was loved…
An absence of me… is what I carved…”
Eyes turned away…he tearfully whispered…
The death angel realized…
The woman he loved, She knew…
Into the very heart She walked-
Of one of those ‘deformed’ statues…
This moment in time his Angel of wax…
Came to life, fingers slowly unfurled…
A breath of life taken in his love,
Closer she moved to his lonely world…
Falling on his knees tears they came…
As he saw her tender footprints…
Prayer of his life true it became…
He broke…At her very glimpse…
So dearly She spoke-
“I’m the pain you carved in this womb…”
So clearly She broke-
“I’m the baby your dreams cocoon…”
She held his heart with her own…
& held him with fingers curled…
On her wings tears found solace…
In her arms truly lived his world…
Fingerprints came on her cheeks…
As he wiped her tears in their cry…
& moments later his breaths gave up…
Near her womb he kissed her goodbye…
A final breath on his eyes She left…
& tears were kissed never so deep…
Whilst she gave him all his dreams…
In arms so quiet he went to sleep…
His body was embraced beautifully as if…
Beats that ended lived so true…
Frozen he remained in her glance as if…
God did carve his own statue…
Dreams gave birth to an Angel of Wax…
God gave birth to an Angel He sent…
Death gave birth to a destiny unknown…
& She gave birth…to the only moment…
It was gods own stage of wax & clay…
A meaning given to every breath…
A hero he became…in his own play…
Journey of love…fulfilled near death…
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