City of Angels
In all that we see
lies what we truly are,
the grace of outstretched wings
against a backdrop of eternal blue sky
drifting down to us slowly
as rain reconstructed
from the tears we have shed.
Hate and love bind us
in an embrace of deceit
and discontent which we cling to
with all that we have
because there simply isn't any more
than these nights of hesitant confessions
and days of sundrenched sadness
which our fear would never let us betray.
If true love burns within us
it is for that which lies too far from reach
or for that which is but misled perception
when the truth is that these embers
are no more than ashes
warmed by the very hands that hold them.
We live in a city of angels by the sea
where the world around us sparkles
with the light from the waves
which silence our cries.
And though our dreams
may draw our minds
momentarily from this grief
it is never our weary feet
which seem to leave the ground.