The tears
That dragons weep.
Is shining in their truth that glitters
In the brightest eyes.
Traveling to the
World below.
The first has a tender smile
A giant among
The small.
Has visited me in long acquired troubles.
Across the distant sea he lives,
Only to return.
His kindness as large as he.
The second has
Deep Blue-Gray eyes
A willful gift of leadership.
To those who seem lost
He has come to teach his skills.
His guiding hand has lifted
Pain from aged tormented souls.
He lies asleep inside
The darkness of the wood.
The third, an angel to my aid
Is as quiet as a mouse.
Has a voice as innocent as the mourning
And whom I have yet to see.
It has troubled me not to have seen him
Amidst the living.
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A poem that took many months to write, as I incorporated many people into this one. The "Angels" are people that has had a significance on me, though I still don't know who the last one is...This is another poem that got itself published in the college paper at Fredonia State, "The Leader," around Fall '98 I believe.
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