Angels of the Mourning.

Angels of the morning.

The powers of love 

are beyond comprehension.

they can drive the 

lonely and disheartened,

to the edge of a bridge, 

or tall building,

to leap in futility 

simply because love has 

died in their lives.

They become the tragic 

angels of the morning,

after failing to take 

wing here on earth.

Their crushed bodies 

are found crumpled 

at the point of 

their final impact.

Men have given up 

all of their wealth,

in pursuit of that perfect love.

Women thier innocence 

just trying to capture it.

Wars have been started 

over the love of two,

thousands were butchered 

over a passion denied.

Old men smile sadly at memories 

of this long lost cherished friend,

old women still primp 

in the nursing homes

in hopes to catch a man's 

cataract filmed eyes.

Love lingers on the lips 

of men fallen in combat,

they whisper bloody farewells 

to moms, wives, girlfriends,

they are the Angels of 

the mourning masses back home 

sacrificed to some distant 

cause for freedom, 

They perish far too young.

Love haunts us long 

after it has passed on,

granite stones mark 

the trails of those we loved,

etched in tears 

and graced with flowers.

Love is uncompromising, 

it is only our imperfect souls,

that break the promises, 

and the fragile hearts 

that cling to them.

Loves power is beyond any 

mere mortal poets efforts

to capture it though we 

have the keys to try,

laid out in neat rows 

in front of us.

Trees have been pounded 

into pulp for centuries,

to hold expressions of 

love's sweet bliss.

Quills, pens and pencils 

scratched out the itch,

to expound on the aching 

need for it's companionship.

Even in the caves of 

prehistoric tribes, 

men who hunted great beasts 

at extreme risks,

were easily felled by 

the hungry eyes of a woman.

Love is the mightiest 

power of all,

it can destroy hate, evil, w

ar, and sorrow,

with the simple uttering 

of three words,

"I love you."

Let us strive to unleash 

this power daily,

in a world that knows too 

little of it's taste,

sharing it's vast gifts 

and reaping it's rewards.

We can be Angels of the morning, 

blessing the days 

and nights ahead

with it's infinite 

warmth for all.