Can you tell me why the Angels Cry
Or why they weep and morn?
Can you tell me where love lies?
Or have I reached the final door?
Can you tell me of the magics that surround us everyday?
Can you read to me the pages of past wrtings gone astray?
O have I forgotten the burning flame in my soul?
What is left of me? Can I make you whole?
I stand beneath the crystal moon....
And pray to Gods that maybe soon
I'll see you smile and feel you laugh
That somehow I am Your last....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writing is an art...