ANGELS OF WAX
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia


Watch the rain fall… in endless streams…
Forever…
Why would I ask it to stop?

Watch the saddened world die… slowly…
Within a mere drop of rain…
So why should either of us care?

I don’t know whether it is day or night,
The rain has blinded out the sky.

And what if I went out there,
In the middle of the nothingness the streets have turned into,
What if I gave the heavy air one last kiss
Before setting my angry thunder free
To set the earth on fire?

And if I cried out loud,
Who would be out there to hear me?

What would you care
If I ever tried to touch you?

How many more angels of wax
Will have to end up dying,
Melting within this miserable grave of ignorance,
Burning, weeping poor hopeless tears
Over your imprisoned mind,
Falling over a dream that has been dwelling
On a feeble playing – card castle…

So why would anyone care
How many more angels of wax
Are yet to fall down on their knees
Imploring the odds,
Breaking their wings through the killing darkness
Of hopelessness…

Why should you care
Who is to throw the dice,
What unknown petty wind
Will blow your game of cards down?
You will never know what lies behind your shadow,
You will never see the anguish or the pain
Of death… this constant death around you…

You will neither see nor feel
The hallucinating dance of the dying angels of wax
Before they breathe their last…

Watch the streams of wax
Overflood the conscience of the night,
Watch the death of wax flutter its mane in madness
Like a desperate beast expanding its wrath,
Deserting the oceans,
Killing the angels…


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania