No Light Over Silent Water

We sat over the wet sand,
When the solar shadows were long.
We strummed the melodies stumbling past,
From oft forgotten song.

The song enchants an angel white,
Which ripples the silent seas.
Then silver songbirds in crescendo rise,
From autumn untouched trees.

The angel of heaven had fallen from grace,
And wet was his visage white.
The fallen angel's tears made green,
A barren forest untouched by light.

The newborn river spake at last,
"O Seraphim, what hast thou done?"
"To cry unbidden in woods so brown,
While thy brethern soar aft the sun."

"O gentle brook", the angel said,
"I've failed my brothers three."
His mighty wings across horizons unfurled,
As he spoke of his pregnant grief.

"Far from grace have I fallen, O brook,
Flung far from my firmament blue."
"The high heavens have torn asunder,
Above clouds so white and true"

"A dark rain lingers heavy on,
A heaven once bright and proud.
White flames arc under flickering suns,
No wings on angels sprout."

"Heaven lies burning, cries freedom in tears,
Mists darken vistas of green,
The gates of heaven are now twisted metal,
And falling are golden leaves."

"What hast thou wrought", the brook now cried,
"On earth you wretched soul."
The earth exploded as the river fell dead,
From the tears of the angel fourth.

He knelt weeping in overflowing waters,
As land was vanquished in sight.
His tears fell over lands barren once more,
As earth was burned alight.