My favorite poem in the world. It makes me cry. <3
The Angel and Mystic
with poems and notes
crossed patterns and sorrows
with words they each wrote
The Twig and the Topaz
of fiber and fire
burned in their hearts
in a funeral Pyre
No mercy, lost Angel
the iceberg too steep
Heart torn, the Mystic
In blood snow he weeps
Fallen the Angel
wanders once more
Searching each grain
As it washes to shore
The Mystic he promised
to meet her again
but billions of echos
float through the glen
As emptiness fills her
She makes her decent
Cursed her soul cries
An eternal lament
I did not write this one.
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