There Were Once Angels Gathered Here Poem by gregory collins

There were once angels gathered here, dreaming
of your face soaked in the smell of candlelight.

Intoxicated with the morning dew stretched tired,
like how i have been dreaming tear-dropp by tear-drop

and my useless locks of hair are grown from a fault ridden body,
anxiously anticipating a chance to forgive your tresspasses.

But your eyes are remembered in unison, rolling in and out
of sleeplessly spent hours where my voice cannot reach you

unless forty wishes come true. Like where am i being carried to,
now that these tears fall trying to catch your eyes gutted by fire.