Angel Song

And so, dear Angelo
How has it come to this?
Our flight cannot complete
Before dusk
When our souls must rest

We aimed our arrows
At the sky
Fearing a lower aim
Would leave us
Dust dry and footless

Now we will never
Complete our dreams
Set secret scenes
Find fame
Nor fortune

Too late, we tarried
Turning our ways
With the confidence
Of youth
Long forgotten

And so, dear Angelo
How can we learn from this?
Our sight cannot increase
In the dark
When our souls must rest