Angels

Nine angels, with fluttering wings
Half of winter, half of spring
Are here for such a small space in time
In front of the ocean, with it's mouth open wide
Have you ever stood on that shore
And seen its waves cover you ?
Mountains with the patience of a cat
Silence wearing its sneakers
They are the clouds and  the stars
Hear their sacred singing
They are the lost golden key
That opens the door to the heavens
Precious gems, our sweet angels