Only the Angles
I execute dark deeds
That silence may be for them lovely.
I write some sad poems
That music may be for them lovely.
I love to love in morning,
For the nights are lovely, but weary.
I am surprised once again by events
Where I am expressive and complex.
I weep much in secret
And only the angels see me.
That silence may be for them lovely.
I write some sad poems
That music may be for them lovely.
I love to love in morning,
For the nights are lovely, but weary.
I am surprised once again by events
Where I am expressive and complex.
I weep much in secret
And only the angels see me.
Written by Moshe D. Shafrir-Stillman