Let There Be Spaces in Your Togetherness, and Let the Winds of the Heavens Dance Between You (Khalil Gibran, Broken Wings)

I met angels

Before they knew

What they would become

When the sand is warm

And the evenings

Lonely

Broken wings

Broke for a journey

To where those

Who see angels

Believe

In themselves

And they carry

The names of those they loved

Like wings now too heavy

To fly back

And call these names

Again
One more time

I saw angels

Before they

Saw me

A paintbrush in my hand

Giving shape

To their aching wings

And a new

Name
To their loneliness

October 9, 2019

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2109

PS/ I found these angels on the grounds of an old cemetery in Prescott, Arizona.  There seemed to be no grave under them, although time has not been kind to the graves there.