A FUNERAL AND AN ANGEL
Willows drape their weary wings;
The angel moves within.
A beatific time long past
Foretold this seraphim.
Her vaporous form through misted tears
Was known one gentle day
When feathered doves took flight above
And premonition played.
Forlorn, this pure celestial being
In silvered robes of light
With eyes downcast and softened step
Sings hymns to his long night.