The waters of the earth have the angels' voices embedded in the crash of the waves
The winds howl their names to our aching hearts like a
Lyric that whispers perfectly in our ear, that sets fire and familiarity to the soul;
There are heavens screaming , making their proclamations and stating their existence in the sunsets
There are souls in the falling of the snow onto the pavement, being lured by the sun's rays and breaking the sky
I felt the shadows , heavy on my chest whenever my breath slows down and I take in the beauty of solitude
There are angels flying amongst us
Soaring
Pouring from our lips when we ramble about yesterday
I can hear choruses
of white robes
In the frozen times of the left behind
These souls roam the earth with their chests pressed against ours,
heartbeats in sync, they live through the thickest blocks of ice;
And when the trumpets make themselves unconquerable and the music is breathing underneath our flesh we will finally be able to say that
We are
Heaven
They reside within us
