ANGELS ' SLEEP

Far away 
on hills of regrets
where branches of trees
seem to touch the sky
and  instead bend on the earth,
the angels go to sleep.

The sleep of angels
is the fleeting snapshot of time
on lowlands of the sea
that hardly gather 
the memory of the last foam's touch
on the rock.

The angels choose their house
Where the power of men 
never arrive,
where free lands and islands of enchantment
will always remain without conquest
and the idea of the infinite dabs eternity.
 

And you
terrestrial creature
are one of the angels 
that have known sleep
You now live their color
that no rainbow has ever known
and no canvas
has ever captured
its  pure beauty.

Sparkling creature
whose glance is turned
to the smile of the angels
teach me the secret of the words
that one by one
draw the thin line
that join the infinite
to the earthly insufficiencies 
of humans

Is it therefore so
my love,
that angels sleep?

If it is so
don't wake up.
Do leave the veil of truth
that might illuminate your face
and the dreams of angels
will accompany you
until the complete knowledge
of what was once unknown. 
 

                                          Remil October 1999

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