Seraphim Blues

If there ever was an angel for our loneliness, 

hers are the prayers thought gone unheard,

those of days that were too thin for us to walk

and we believed ourselves too far from home

to make it back if we turned around

If there ever was a song for what lies in the unsung

let it be of quiet things that still can be heard

not of things either too deep or too distant

or that can't be undone

No, an angel like this should stay somewhere here above

for there's very little need for another one of us down here

just let us know of clouds and clear blue skies

so that we can dream of something fragile that isn't us

when the night is long and sleep far away. 

Allow, for once, to remain unbroken what still is whole

and say nothing of reasons it should not

if you have to speak then speak softly, of something bright 

of some small magic or miracle has been left alone

 aye, any quiet dream like that

would be fine.