Angels & Faeries Poem by Seshat Nibada

The angels are stooping
Weeping above your bed
With weary trooping, sweet whimpers

Loving whispers, but you cannot
Hear them, there are Heaven-sent
Messengers all around, alien-watchers

They sigh at your moods and
Study your creativity, your neural
Signature aligned to the times

There are spirits, esoteric and subtle
Gods laughing, stars pointing down at you
Is anything better, is anything better?

Thousands of years of living the same
With the same wants, needs, experiences
All this mortality cannot reach divinity

Silence and love, as if new from the world
Follows you like a new religion
The angels are stooping

Weeping above your bed
You are not alone, you are not alone
The long dew-dropping hours wipe clean
With loving whispers, sweet teaching.