Sorrow

Soft the diamond raindrops pour
On the frail feather gown
That flutters to the door
To fields of fading eiderdown.

Soft the starlight dreams aloud
O'er the sailing, weeping form
Of the remorseless cloud
That bathes the angels in her storm

Their voices low with hidden shine,
Seeking lullabies to they who rest--
Where the silent spheres align
In their idol's marble breast.

Where stone-wrought moons in sorrow sing
For the hymns that came before
The maids of this land of suffering
Passed to fields beyond that door

Their faces torn with care
For what cannot be
In the tide of despair
That enters now the lee.

Look into my eyes and say
We shall hear them sing someday
When we meet below that tortured sky
As the angels weep on high
Blessed still through their regret
By the beauty they cannot forget.

Yes--we shall hear one day
Where the cursed feathers sway
A soft whisper depart
The spheres of that lone god's heart.