While you slept the sleep
of innocence,
two angels wept
hot tears of silence.
Until their
master mentioned,
quite casually,
that resurrection was
foregone conclusion.
I am no angel
but I could be
with you when
the raindrops of
my love
would cover you,
perhaps you'd ask me
then to drink them back.
And two new angels
would go to sleep together,
to share each other.

All angels would be smiling.

Herbert Nehrlich

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