I heard the cry.
Again I heard the cry of an angel.
A cry spoke of love.
A cry spoke of the Incarnate One.
I tried to distract with thoughts of world.
The more tried,
The more it came alive.
The picture-face of an angel
With tearful-face.
Streams of tears flowed from her
With no limits near by.
It was a time of mixed feel.
A time with such feeling
Where words seemed inadequate to express.
A sword went through me
With the speed of lightening.
And I fell all a sudden.
A moment of deep silence.
A moment,
Yet like eternity.
Nothing seemed alive.
Nothing seemed moving
In that stillness of night.
All that left in me
Was a biting chillness.
And around me
Deadening silence before an uprising.
