Watch angels die

Stars shoot in the distance.

 I connect the.dots.to make your

name out of constellations

and draw your face with moon dust.

 We held hand while laying in an

imaginary flower garden,

gazing.through tree branches

listening to birds singing our song

 like angels playing harps

and faeries. dancing. with. butterflies

across the sparking ocean waters.

but you were far more beautiful

than any other miracle I've stumbled upon.

 and when I stumbled, I. fell.

 and you caught. me.

holding my waist like a delicate

tear drop.

words just seem so meaningless

when I. cant. hear. over the pounding

of your heart against my ear.

that is the only language I know.

you are kisses in the .... rain,

smothered in morning dew.

a song that cant be sung.

forbidden for its perfection.

but I'd take that risk and sing your

name to the clouds.

 and watch angels die.

Author: Freyja Sadurian